Mommy, I have something to tell you!

As I buckle Jack into the car after school, he looks at me with a serious little face and says, "Mommy, I have something to tell you."  Uh-Oh, what might this be?  "Yes, Jack?"

"Daddy Ry made your bed this morning, BUT, he did it wrong.  He folded the green blanket in a square and then folded the brown blanket in a square and put it on top of the green one.  That is not right, is it Mommy?  The brown blanket does not belong on the bed and the green one is supposed to be folded in a rectangle on the end of the bed.  Right, Mommy?"

I guess I am passing on a little OCD to Jack.  He is observant...I have never discussed with him how I like my bed made!  Poor Ry...I am sure he was scolded!  When I saw the bed, there was no brown blanket and the green one was folded in a rectangle at the end of the bed!