Ethan's Extreme Hoarding

I have this son.
He is a perfect combination of me and my husband.
All his wonderful qualities are from me.
All his not so wonderful qualities are from his dad.
Just kidding.

He loves things.
Things that make no sense at all.
He can find a purpose for every possible thing on the planet.
He is a hoarder.
I diagnosed him earlier today when I was cleaning out his room.
I consider myself a doctor.
Just for today though.

Along with his bazillion toys let me share with you some of the treasures I found in his room.
1.  Kitchen sink stopper
2.  Dog dish
3.  Receipts from 7 different stores.
4.  Box of cheerios...minus the actual cheerios.
5.  Can of shaving cream.  It was empty...total confusion.
6.  Three silly straws.
7.  Jewelry box void of jewelry.
8.  Box of greeting cards. 
9.  Rocks.
10.  Batteries.  Tons and tons of batteries.  ALL of them dead.  Dead batteries. 

We need therapy.

 I need it because I can't stand useless "things", and have zero tolerance for Ethan's need to hold on to these USELESS "things".  I love order, organization, and neatness.  I crave all those things.  I must have organization. 

Ethan needs it because he loves useless "things".  He has no desire for organization, order, or neatness.