Where there's a will, there's a way...

I often forget that my little Julia is almost 4. She talks to me like such a big girl (well, most days) that I assume she knows what a lot of things mean. Yesterday, she was helping me pile all of my enormous maternity clothes into a plastic bin. I was separating the things I wanted to keep from the things I wanted to give to Good Will. Julia was having fun putting the clothes into the bin. So much fun, she opened daddy's draw and started to put his clothes in there, too. As she got back to separating my clothes, she made a third pile.
Curiously, I ask, "What are you doing?"
"These ones are for Bad Will."