in my firstborn. Well, to be honest, I’ve known for some time that he’s “blessed” with this charming character trait. Like, since about the time he threw a hissy, as only a 3 year old can, when I (strongly) discouraged his plan to save all the junkmail in his own special junk mail stash bin. It’s been dormant for awhile now, though.
To be fair it’s not a mystery where he got it from. I am a carrier of this gene myself. I just actively resist letting it manifest itself in my life. To the point that I’m very anti-packrat because, well, I have a tendency to do things to one extreme or another. So, it was with cringing and gritted teeth (on the inside, anyway) that I just smiled and said “fine” when he announced that he’d like to keep all the cards that anyone in the family gets from now on. I asked what he was going to do with these cards and he just shrugged and said “keep them all in their own bin.”
Sigh. I might as well just start drawing up plans for the storage shed right now.