When I said, in the post the day before yesterday, that my current problem with my son is that he leaves little paths of destruction everywhere he goes, I should have added that as problems go, it's not much of anything; maybe I shouldn't even call it a problem. He wants so badly to do things; this is just one thing that he can do that leaves a big impact. It's fun to take things apart, in any way that one can.
Perhaps one of the problems of being an adult is that an opportunity to destroy something is not built into our everyday lives...though it's true that some people use their livers or their relationships as test vehicles for a destructive lifestyle. Nothing all that creative, though, about those forms of destruction. Let's face it, most adults become dreadfully predictable. My son's destructive activities are so inventive that he always keeps me guessing.
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