Late night funny

It's after 10:00 p.m. I hear toys rustling around in Weston's bedroom. I go in, turn on the light and see Weston up out of his bed looking sheepish. Then I notice that there are less toys on the floor than when we put him to bed.

Me: Weston, what are you doing?

Weston: I gotta clean up the toys, mama.

Me: You are cleaning up your toys?

Weston: Yes.

So I turned off the light and walked out.

I can still hear him in there finishing up the last bit of legos.

He gets "OCD" from his father's side of the family.