The Raccoon

 

That is what we have been calling Drew lately. He is nuts. He chewed through my computer cord. What the heck?! People kindly describe him as "busy," but I think he is like some kind of wild animal. I finally decided to document a weeks worth of damage and here is what I got: Computer cord chewed through. Wood floor colored on with ball-point pen. Two incidents of meaningless pants peeing, one of them described by the perpetrator as "a pee party in the kitchen." Pen on bedroom wall(no other person in this house has ever colored on a wall). My favorite pic here is the one where he has pen on his face and he is clutching the Lego creation that he stole from his brother's room while he was at school (he had to find a chair to reach it on a shelf.) Also, he chewed the cover of my Nook, leaving perfect, CSI-style bite marks on the front. I promise I give him lots of attention. No other child has been read to this much and never have I enacted so many different scenarios of "Cars go to a haunted house" or "Transformers go to the temple" which sadly ended with an original song by Drew that involved Optimus Prime blowing up the temple (we haven't played that again.) I know I am not alone on this. A neighbor recently told me about her "busy" son who put her Social Security card in the shredder as she watched from across the room, not able to make it in time. It's all worth it, though when he says to me this same week, "Mom, will you teach me how to do your hiccups?"