I walked out of my daughters room with a big "hrumph". My husband asked me what was wrong.
"Your daughter!", I said. " She is the messiest kid I've ever met. Her room is trashed again."
To which he replied, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree".
When I met him I was full-fledged in art mode and was a little messy (ok, a lot) myself. But when I was messy it was creative. Ok, she is pretty creative too.
I am going to be a wreck when she starts kindergarden...
The child grew and became strong in spirit.