Exchange between my mildly, and mostly charmingly, OCD daughter about 9 last night after I hung a couple of dozen of her shirts up in her closet:

"I'm not complaining," she complained, "but did you not notice how I have my closet arranged?"
"Um, no."
"In rainbow pattern?"
"Still, no."
And, with a weight-of-the-world sigh only a 15-year-old girl can manage: "Well, so much for getting to bed early!"