That kid can be in a room and manage to trash it like a drunken rock star in seconds.
She is amazing.
We've been up at Grandma's the past few days and I don't know if her house is ever going to be the same.
Grandpa's heavy, cast iron (with an antique rail road car) train set is repeatedly yanked off the tracks and dropped on the hardwood floors.
The handles on Grandma's soaking tub are pulled backwards.
Her cousins toys are all over the place, ornaments off the tree broken, fingerprints on the wall, kitchen cabinets are opened, knobs are chewed on, cheerios are all over the floor...
She is destructive and, oh so, cute.
I don't know if Grandma's house will ever recover.
I'm sure she doesn't mind though.