How is it that I know Brynna shares a bit of her mom's and Mimmi Jo's obsessive compulsive disorder when it comes to cleaning? It could be that she'll stop everything to pick up a piece of dirt in the house and hold it in the air with a disgusted look on her face as if to say, "How can you expect me to play in such filth?". It could be that she freaks out if a piece is missing from her wooden safari puzzle. Or, it could be that after spending 20 minutes washing her perfectly clean tricycle from top to bottom (including pedals) she demanded that I dry every square inch of it as well (this included inside of the rear hatch) before she would ride it. The therapists can smell her coming a mile away.