My daughter is a tornado.
She is a sweet-natured, cheerful child who can transform a clean room into a disaster zone in minutes. Her bedroom is usually a testament to this.
We organized it on the weekend, though. Every. Single. Thing.
This has led to the discovery of toys she had forgotten she owned. So a corner of our living room is now a village of miniature people. Although it may appear to be clutter, to her it is an imaginary land with infinite possibilities for play.
For me, it is a few sweet moments watching her quietly play.