I’m the kid who organizes the dugout when I’m not playing.
I’m the kid who makes all the beds at the sleepover.
I’m the kid who organizes my bookshelf in alphabetical order by last name of the author.
Sometimes I get made fun of.
Sometimes I get laughed at.
Sometimes my feelings get hurt.
I still clean the dugout when I’m not playing.
I still make all the beds at the sleepover.
I still organize my bookshelf in alphabetical order by last name of the author.