How old can you be before you develop Obsessive Compulsive Disorder? However old it is, I am sure that Mr. T either has it or is going to get it.
It won’t be my fault, neither. The blame for this one will be laid firmly at the door of my wife. I can happily leave things lying all over the house without worrying if they are in the right place or not.
Before I got married my clothes would end up on the floor, if I could even be bothered to take them off before going to bed. Washing up was only done out of necessity when I had no clean dishes left (in order to avoid having too many dishes to wash I only ever had a couple of plates, glasses, etc).
I never actually see the mess, my eyes just seem to skim over it all and land on things that are much more interesting, like beer, computer games or drying paint.
Some people might have called me a slob. I prefer the phrase ‘organisationally relaxed’.
My wife, on the other hand, has all her clothes colour coordinated in her wardrobe, going from white at the one end, through various shades of pink, orange, red… before eventually ending up at black. Everything has a place and there is a place for everything.
Mr. T is certainly following in this tradition. Everything has to be just the way he wants it. His toy cars have to be parked all facing the same direction in a long line. When I am building a train out of wooden blocks for him I have to use the blocks he gives me. His two Winnie the Pooh bears have to be lying in exactly the right position before he’ll kiss them and then go to sleep himself.
The worst sin in the world is for anything to be dirty. He runs his finger over stuff, looks at it and says in the most disparaging voice (and sometimes with an Irish accent) ‘Dirty’. You can almost imagine him tutting at the end and shaking his head in disappointment.
He seems to have an idea that there is a right for the world to act. And one way that it shouldn’t act is by the wrong people driving the wrong car. It is very common in Brazil to go to a car park and leave your car at the entrance for an attendant to park it. Mr. T hates this. He cries and cries for ages when he sees somebody getting into ‘mommy car.’
We had assumed this was only happening because he didn’t know the person, but then last week his tio Nano (Uncle Fernando) came to visit. Vovó and Mr. T went out to the airport to pick him up, which was great fun as he got to see all the planes taking off and landing. When they got back to the car his tio Nano offered to drive instead of vovó.
Mr. T was inconsolable.
How could anyone else drive ‘vovó car?’ There were tears and histrionics until they gave him his tablet to watch Peppa Pig. He calmed down and all was well until the episode finished and Mr. T looked up and realised that his tio Nano was still driving his vovó’s car.
Cue the tears all over again.
Recently we have noticed that he also associates certain books with certain people. Mamãe tried to read The Big Yellow Digger but it turns out that only daddy is allowed to read this book. She then tries to read a book from the Thomas the Tank Engine series, but only vovó can read these ones. In the end she had to read the book from the film Cars.
So a two year old with OCD? Or is my life going to become a misery with two people determined to put everything in its place?
Do/Did your kids seem to think everything should have its place? I’d love to hear about it in the comments below.
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