I think we got lucky, first time around. Sam has always been a careful child, and one who took care of this things. I don't think we ever lost a piece of any toy he ever owned, and it was rare that anything of his got broken.
Then we had Joey.
Joey has always been the tougher of the two, the more physical, and the more interested in how things go together. At least, I ascribe the last to him; it's possible that he just likes breaking things. (To be fair - and this may be the last time this post - he really enjoys putting things together, too.) Seriously; the dude breaks everything. He breaks things that I didn't know could be broken. Case in point: he walked out of our bedroom the other morning with one of those travel floss packs - the little white plastic ones. When I came downstairs a minute later, he handed me a naked spool of floss, the plastic and metal casing thrown randomly on the floor. For the life of me, I can't figure out how he got it apart; I tried to do it and needed a key and some leverage.
The other day he popped open the floss, destroyed a granola bar thoroughly enough that I had to sweep twice, tore a tab off of a foam floor mat and snapped apart a toy alligator. He's a force of nature, and we don't really know what to do with it.
I don't know if he's more typical, or if Sam is, or if it's somewhere in between, but in any case, we were spoiled by Sam. We're not used to having to make sure everything breakable, messable or scatterable is out of reach. Not to mention anything that can be used to break, mess or scatter; heaven help all of us when he gets ahold of his umbrella or Sam's toy broom.
Maybe he's some sort of savant. A master of destruction. I only hope we can monetize it before he wrecks the house.
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