My daughter thinks fall sucks, and justifiably so.

“What did you learn at school today?” I asked my two-year old daughter at the dinner table last night.

“Fall,” she said.  “I don’t like fall.”

“Why?”

She went on to describe how the leaves change colors, becoming orange and and yellow and pink, and then how they fall off the trees.

“So why don’t you like fall?” I asked again.

“It’s messy,” she said. “It makes a big mess.”

Clara still puts herself in time-out rather than picking up her toys, but maybe… just maybe… there is hope.

A slightly obsessive compulsive neat-freak hiding somewhere underneath those toddler tantrums.