“All done!” said Sally Tidyshine, proudly, as she turned to face Cassi and little Chuck Cottonball. “What do you think?”
“This is wonderful!” Cassi replied. “What do you think, Chuck?”
“I don’t like it!” said Chuck, hands on his hips.
“Oh dear,” said Cassi. “What’s the matter, Chuck? Could you show us what you don’t like?”
Chuck hurried over to his dresser. “Well, my sweaters and my socks are sorted…” He paused and looked at his clothes, neatly folded in his dresser’s drawers, when he realized something. “So, it’s easier to find my favorite pair of socks!”
Then, Chuck gestured broadly at his bedroom floor. “And my floor is clean. All my toys are put away!” Chuck was puzzled. “So… I’ll have more room to play with my cars.” Was it so bad, after all?
Lastly, Chuck went to his desk and looked at how clean it was. “My drawings are all piled up and my pencils are put away.” Chuck paused and gave this some thought. “So, I can find all the colors I need in one place!”
“That’s not all bad, is it?” asked Cassi Cottonball.
Chuck’s frown turned upside down. “I guess not,” he admitted. “Thank you, Mrs. Tidyshine!” he said with a big smile.
“It’s my pleasure!” said Sally. “What if next time, you handle your things, and I teach you how to tidy up? Would that be alright with you?”
Chuck beamed. “It sure would!”