My little guy is quickly learning how to take things apart, combine objects which do not usually go together, and in general, wreak havoc and destruction wherever he goes. Yesterday at the library, he stood at the bookshelves in the children's room and quickly pulled books from the shelves, one after the other. I let him do this for several minutes, but he still cried in frustration when I pulled him away from this engrossing activity. He does this sort of thing all over the house: at our bedroom nightstands, at the kitchen table, in the bathroom (we cannot leave him alone with the toilet paper).
Destruction is the first step towards invention. (Or, if one looks at it from a modernist/dadaist point of view: destruction IS invention...at least, in periods of great social upheaval.) And it seems that my budding avant-garde creative genius is well on the way towards his first efforts at invention, because he's already perfected the art of destruction at the tender age of eleven months.
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