Today, my daughter walked into my room wearing a short-sleeved shirt (a “short-shirt”, according to her) and jeans. She points to her shirt and demands, “Why did you put a short shirt in my long shirt drawer?”
Last week, we put a new dresser in her room and I explained where all the clothes would go. Long sleeved shirts and long pants in separate drawers and short-sleeved shirts and shorts in another dresser altogether.
My boys have never, not once in their life, even noticed what clothes belong where. But my daughter knows and cares.
This warms my heart.