Locker

Vi has taken over one of our cabinets. It started out it was where we put all her dishes. She has taken it over and now calls it her "locker". I don't even know half the stuff that is in there. Yesterday I asked her for if she could go upstairs and get her pjs on. She said oh, I don't have to go upstairs and she went to her locker and got out pjs.
I refuse to go in there now, too much crap. If she is hungry she needs to get me a bowl/plate, spoon/fork and a cup.
Just look at all that stuff...