My house is falling down around my ears, thanks in no small part to my children. Ezra has apparently appointed himself the King of Destruction; he is not content unless he is sitting in the midst of a shambles. His new favorite thing is "cleaning" my refrigerator-he yanks open the door and frantically opens both the vegetable crisper drawers, flinging produce far and wide.
Today, he proved that he is devious beyond my suspicions. I was cleaning up the living room when I thought I heard running water. As the only adult home, I knew without a doubt that water should not be running. I proceeded to the kitchen, and there sat Ezra in front of the open refrigerator. He had discovered the container of Gatorade with a dispenser spout on it and promptly flipped the stopper open. A river of green was coursing towards my cardboard recycling and my back door (did I ever mention that my apartment floors are slightly slanted?). I snatched up the baby and staunched the nuclear-colored hemorrhage. Damage averted...for now. Ezra the Fierce Beast, King of Destruction, will strike again soon.