Nature has a certain order
I have recently discovered that on one of my higher shelfs in my bedroom, I have a whole collection of cool stuffed animals. They are fun to take off of the shelf and organize and reorganize and play with and reorganize some more, and then put back up on the shelf where they came from. I believe in the idea of a place for everything and everything in its place, and so of course they always have to go back on the shelf in the exact same order. (For the record, it’s: Police Bear, Mama Bear, and Sully going up the left side, and then Daddy Bear, Baby Bear, and Frog going up the right side, with Mouse in the middle). Oh, and Mike goes up in the cupboard above my diaper basket. The only hitch is that all of these items and their proper locations are a good 1- 2 feet above my head. The solution of course is simple: just get mom or dad (or whoever I can snag) to pick me up and let me gather my little friends or reposition them back in their places. The problem I run into however is that for some reason my folks don’t always get that it’s a matter of immediate importance to do this routine mulitple times in a row, and they sometimes curb my style and make me wait until later (which always takes FOREVER!). Still, they are fairly obliging for the most part, so props to them!