Our ten month old daughter loved to smear chocolate pudding all over her face, the high chair,her parents and everything she could touch. She was our chocolate Midas and we attempted to avoid her touch. I wagged my finger at her, ” you are a very messy baby”
At two years of age she pushed over the canary cage. This resulted in the canary serenading its first taste of freedom and my wife and I wailing that we were slaves to domestic cleanliness as we attempted to clean the messy carpet.
At ten years of age our daughter would answer our constant mantra of “your room is messy, clean it” by entering into a state of contemplative bliss, ignoring all worldly distractions.
At the age of fourteen things really got messy when she stormed home from school upset by male superiority. The boys out numbered the girls in their classroom group and instead of having a reasoned discussion the boys voted as a block against the girls. The topic under discussion was what are the two most important elements for survival. I can’t exactly remember the answers, but I think the girls suggested food and shelter and the boys countered with hockey and no school.
After graduating from university our daughter went to teachers college. Then things really got messy. The whole house was redecorated with paper, bristol board, glue, tape and crayons.
Now our daughter is a teacher, married with five children. She complains to us about how messy her children are;home work everywhere, won’t clean their room, never tidy up after themselves. We just smile.