One of my daughters was reorganizing her room so that we could move in a cupboard and move out a bookshelf. She sorted through the containers that were in the way and stacked them neatly in her closet.

"Come and see, Mama!" she exclaimed. "Look how I've organized them. I stacked them up and now I can close the doors and no one will even see them."

"Wonderful! That's exactly why closets exist!"

"And look," she pointed, "I labeled them, too, so I'll know what's in them."

I read the labels she had tucked in each plastic holder on the side of the containers. One after another, at least five of them, read, "Stuff."