I am sorry that I am going through the "I think it is cool to break and disassemble everything" phase right now. I know it drives you crazy. I know it makes you angry. But I can't help it. It is just too cool to smash my toy cars with the rocks from the rock river. Hey-- it is kind of your fault anyway, the way you put all those tempting rocks out there.
Oh, and about all those screws in the washing machine. Did you forget to check my pockets again? They came from the plastic green motorcycle outside. Those screws holding on the dashboard were just begging to be unscrewed.
As for those three flashlights you had stashed away for when the power goes out-- who knew they were made up of so many different little pieces. Kinda sorta reminded me of a puzzle, except I couldn't cut them up. Trust me, I tried-- that is why the little light bulbs in the flashlights are broken.
Since you can hardly keep up with my little shenanigans, I thought I'd give you some pointers. Hide all of the scissors in the house including the pair I hid in the cereal box behind the couch. Unplug the pencil sharpener so I won't be tempted to sharpen Dad's screwdriver again. Get those band aids that already have the ointment on them and get rid of the tube of Neosporin. That stuff sure is messy! Oh and don't leave rolls of toilet paper right next to the toilet-- they are too tempting.
Just like the "change my own diaper" phase and "refuse to let you feed me" phase-- this too shall pass. Please be patient with me.
Oh, and thanks for letting me mosey on into your bed almost every night around 4 in the morning. I'll outgrow this too. But for now, it is nice to know that you are there when I need you.