I recently became my father. Not in a biological/literal sense of course, but in a specific mannerism. My children aged 4-14 have recently struggled to finish the job they started. They pull everything out to “organize”, but then only put about 1/2 of it back. This reminded me specifically of a poem my dad used to tell us as kids. I decided to make a poster of it for our home, and would like to share it.