After watching me sweep the floor this morning, Miss Spot lined up her caterpillar quite precisely. Note it’s in the middle of the wood floor plank and perpendicular to the floor molding. Precision toy parking.
(She’s no longer called Isabel, by the way. ‘Miss Spot’ will do nicely.)
It’s in the genes.
Oh, thank goodness. I was afraid she had caught my persnicketyness.