My children are destroying the world.

Midget 2.0 is in a general destructive phase. He may not intend to, but the problem is that he enjoys pushing buttons - literally. If there's a remote nearby, he'll find and commandeer it, then proceed to push a button and look at the nearest piece of electronic equipment. Then he purposefully pushes another button, and looks expectantly at the object he thinks the remote should control. If he's permitted near the stereo/dvd player/receiver/tv area, he goes hog wild: each button is pushed repeatedly, ad nauseum, until he is forcibly removed, at which point he protests loudly. He has successfully unplugged and turned completely silent our stereo, turned off the tv while Lil' Puddin' Tater is watching (a very dangerous move on his part - I think he may have a death wish) and rendered useless several game controllers. If he could reach the computer, I'm certain he would casually unleash the next world-crippling virus.

Lil' Puddin' Tater, for her part, is focusing mainly on cars. Today, in the span of a single hour, she succeeded in killing my car battery, shutting the garage door on my purse, and removing the back windshield of Papa's truck, which he then proceeded to drive over and shatter. When she (finally) went inside for dinner, she knocked several items off the end table and began to play with bandage tape. She was headed for Midget 2.0 when I releived her of the offending tape and sent to the bathtub.

This is why I go to bed at 8:30 every night. And why I'm going to have gray hair sooner than later.