The Destructive Capacity Of A Three-Year-Old

And his willing junior-toddler accomplish is apparently no match for a largish, clear plastic storage container. I have no idea how this happened, only that it did happen while I lying on the floor in the next room.

Yesterday, I was reading and playing with the boys in their playroom, during which time they frequently abandoned me (never for more than a minute or two at a time, mind you) to run around in their “nap room,” which will shortly become the nursery. I thought we were having a really good (and by good I mean tear-and-scream-free) time. But lo and behold, upon entering the “nap room” later that day, I happened onto the scene of their clandestine destruction. I was awestruck. Not only by the act itself, but by the fact that I hadn’t heard it.

Neither child has any mark on them that would lead me to believe that all or part of their bodies caused this gaping hole. Therefore, the exact cause will remain forever a mystery to me.

As to motive, again I’m a bit baffled. I do however feel that this may be a comment on my recent organizational efforts. (This was one of the boxes that held their playroom toys. The boxes that can only come out one at a time. And only if the other toys have been cleaned up first). Perhaps this box's fate was a ransom note of sorts: Let our toys go or the rest of the storage boxes get it!

I may be forced to give in to their demands. They do, after all, possess powers beyond my understanding.