My favorite granddaughter, Coco, is only 5 but she can sure roll through the house making it evident she’s been there. The piano stool out, fingerprints on the fridge, magic fairy wand on the couch, plastic toys in the tub, etc., etc. Let me be clear — I’m NOT complaining! There’s nothing that makes my heart as happy as hearing “NANA!” as she bursts through the door.
Her bedroom may be messy, but give it another 10 years. I’m looking forward to clothes on the floor, dirty dishes hidden under the bed, and a bajillion soda cans in various stages of completion. Wait… maybe she’ll be different than her Dad. (crosses fingers)