So my daughter wrote me this note last night. And I'm thinking of framing it:

While cleaning my room, RANDOMLY, out of nowhwere did a light bulb pop in my head. I thought, "Why keep the clothes that I don't need and don't fit anymore? The poor could have them when they're just stuff I can't part with, just being American. I decided to go through and get whatever doesn't fit."

Does this mean I need to give up some of the stacks of books I have crowding my shelves, floor, walkway?