"Ray, t hrow away." This is what Mom, Dad & my maid had been telling me EVERYDAY... DUH. Well, Mom's aspect is, as long as things found on the floor; neither my toy nor my bolster, I have to throw away. Especially so since I have no sense of danger as to which are the edible stuffs and not. I had been well-trained to know where the dustbin is, be it in kitchen, Mom's bedroom as well as her bathroom. I started to pick up small tiny bits of paper, food bits, dirt on floor and throw them away. Sometimes, I do hand them to Mom or my maid... Haa, in other words, to convey the message that, house is still NOT clean enough...!!! Wahahaha... Anyway, being a fussy freak ~ basically, I cannot stand dirty. I will not allow food crumbs or bits to stay outside my mouth (I will start to yell if there is), I will pick up bits & pieces of food from my highchair tray, ...I even want to pick up the rubbish for the roadsweeper out the streets, coffeeshops, fastfoods & resta...