My version of tidy?

I remember as a kid my mum would tell me to tidy my room and when I told her it was already done, she’d ask… “your tidy, or my tidy?” I used to think… tidy is tidy! Yesterday, I finally understood the varying degrees of tidy.

I asked Bonnie to go and tidy up her room. “It’s tidy” she said. I looked up the hallway and could only see her doorway and could already tell the room was a mess, “it’s a pigsty, I can see it from here” I informed her. Her response…. “But I cleared a path to the bed!”

Mum… Stop laughing at me!