Deconstructionist Theory

He looks too happy, not so much on the destructive. I’m inclined to agree with her. However, let me deconstruct this snapshot; this moment in time. Because the moments after this photo was taken he pretty much lived up to every single word on his little destructive chest.

See the red box that looks like a house on the bottom left of the photo? That is from Build A Bear. I have been trying to throw this box away for weeks now. Somehow it grows legs and in the dead of night sneaks back into my house, mocking me. The boy you see above decided it would be oh! so! fun! to run around the house with the box in his hands (after I told him to stop running in the house). Open, with the flaps a-flapping in the breeze he was creating while running. As he rounded the corner in the kitchen, one of those flaps then caught the cord of my cell phone charger that was attached to the phone sitting on my kitchen counter, not bothering a soul. The phone went airborne, landed on the tile floor, and this morning I turned on my phone to the WHITE SCREEN OF DEATH.

I may or may not have lost my mind. Yes, that was my child who was crying as he boarded the bus to school, thank you for your concern. No, I didn’t hit him, but Mommy may have yelled a bit. Okay, a lot.

Random Acts of Destruction, indeed.