One day, not too long ago, I was preparing supper for my family. Mary was entertaining herself in the living room. All of a sudden, it got very very quiet in the house, and I knew that someone was up to no good. I found her in her room with the bottom two drawers of her dresser open, and empty. Since that day, her favorite game is to take all the clothes out of her drawers and toss them on the floor. Maybe our messy bedroom is a bad example for her?