Perfection

I walked into my room the other day and saw my daughter writing her name on a little heart pad I keep in my night stand. As soon as she finished, she ripped the top page off, threw it on the floor and said out loud, "not good enough."


She tried again and did the same thing saying, "I just can't get this right."



The funny part was that her name was perfectly legible on every discarded paper (note the pile on the floor). Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Watch out world, I'm afraid we have a little perfectionist in the making. If only she felt the same motivation towards keeping her room clean.