Caroline has a pesky habit of getting into everything when she's feeling under the weather. We've all had a light cold this week, so the distracted-with-baby-sister mother and the cold-induced orneriness have combined in an unreal way.
I went into her room and saw the contents of her drawers lined up in rows on every surface. It was a disaster. I sighed.
"I was just counting things, Mom."
I said nothing and just shook my head.
"What? Is it destroyed, Mom?"
"Mom, did I destroy the world?"