Eli is a madman. He can't touch anything without giving in to his primitive urge to rip it to shreds. He even has a hard time feeding himself because after a bite or two, he can't control himself any longer. He mashes and crunches and grinds and crushes. When it can't possibly be mutilated any further, he rids himself of it and sends it flying through the air. He breaks toys, even those that are seemingly unbreakable, and empties tabletops and bookshelves in record time. He bangs and throws and crashes and clangs all day long. To top it off, he has an anger problem. When something just won't break he loses it. Likewise when something
does break and I take it away. Man can that boy scream. Bang. Scream. Crash. Scream. Crunch/mash/throw. Scream. The result- One incredibly noisy and messy house harboring two quiet, anal females living just one broken hairbow shy of a breakdown.
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He comes by it honest--his Uncle Lee and Aunt Misty were both known as Destructo in their time!!
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