Shiva, The Destroyer Of Worlds

     Things my son, Skeletor, did within the space of three hours.  (Can you say rapidly ballooning aneurysm?  Good!  I knew you could!)

1. Pulled every book (and we have quite a few) off of the bookshelf.  He then flipped said bookshelf over, and proceeded to jump up and down on the back of it.  He reminded me of Donkey Kong.
2. Poured an entire cup of juice on his bed.  Not an accident.
3. Used the dish sprayer thingy in the sink to give the kitchen a bath.  Toaster included.
4. Made "potions" in my set of olden-timey, glass medicine bottles  The "potion" included tooth paste.  Clearly it needed to be poured everywhere.
5. Broke another leg off of the end table in the living room.  It was already propped against the wall on just three legs.  It is now beyond propping. 
6. Made another "potion" in the bathroom sink.  This "potion" was made by running water over a bunch of markers to make pretty colors.  I'm sure you can imagine what happened.
7. Poured another cup of juice onto the kitchen table.  He then stripped completely naked, and rolled around in the puddle.
8. Fell from his perch on the back of a recliner.  Now has a hellacious shiner.
9. Broke his learner guitar over his sister's leg.  In his defense, he seemed to be channeling the spirit of Kurt Cobain, and she was merely a casualty of the mojo.  It's a good lesson to learn early, really.  Never get in the way of rock.  You might bleed.

Skeletors can't fly.

      I have nothing else to say.  I'm pretty sure this list speaks for itself.  I forget, why don't I binge drink?