who's to blame for the ocd?

Luke and I hosted playgroup today (shout-out to Falco, Serafina, and Margot!). The other kids had a blast, tearing through the books and toys like no tomorrow. Luke was a little shell-shocked at the sight of all the chaos. You see, Luke's a pretty organized little fellow, which really isn't surprising given who his mama is (or other relatives, for that matter). At my urging but without all that much of mama's bad face, Luke will put away his toys and books, stack up the train tracks, put the crayons in their box, etc. I thoroughly enjoy the sight of a tidy house at the end of the day. Perhaps a little too much. So, what I want to know from Pop-Pop, Grammy, and all the fam reading this: which one of you gave me the OCD gene??

I'll close with a little visual pleasure. Here is Luke's imitation of mama's bad face. Little monkey. I so do not look like this!