We’re busy tidying up this afternoon, and Grace has been bringing a whole lot of her kitchen things back to the playroom after they were moved to Eli’s room (for who knows what reason). She then sits at her kitchen and starts packing things away…and then begins to talk, kind of to me, but kind of to herself too.

“These things are such a mess. I need to make order in all these things. We make order, but then life just makes a mess, and once it’s a mess then it’s just a mess, and we can’t make order any more.”

5 year old philosophy.