We're up to six broken things in here: the front of a dresser drawer, the bracket that holds the curtain rod, the hinge on the door, one of the closet doors, the toy box lid and the wall.
He's not doing it on purpose. It happens because he's four and still trying to figure out the laws of gravity and physics. Luckily, with the exception of the door hinge and the wall, most of the things just need a little wood glue or some better screws. I fixed the holes in the wall by moving the dresser in front of them, so that just leaves the broken door hinge.
"I'm sorry, mommy," he says before he takes off toward the living room, his blonde curls bobbing like the most wild of Tasmanian devils.
I follow him into the living room and find him standing on the coffee table having a light saber duel with Darth Maul, complete with sound effects. "Vshoo Ch Ch Ch." Good thing Darth Maul isn't really here or he'd be in trouble. Nobody beats down a Sith like a four-year-old boy.
"You have to help me clean this up," I say, hoping I can teach him a little responsibility. "If you break something, whether it's a mistake or not, you have to try to fix it." At this point, there's not too much we can do. I have him help me find the screws that popped out of the toy box lid. They're stripped, so it'll take a trip to True Value for new ones.
When you have kids, your home is like the Myth Busters' lab. Things will be broken.
|The toy box just needs some new screws and it'll be fine.|
Things will be painted.
|Chalkboard paint on the bedroom door is a good idea. Having a 7-year-old boy do it, not so much.|
Things will be used for science experiments.
|Dust Pan Catapult|
You can only hope they're won't be any explosions.
Maybe little girls are gentler on their family home. Perhaps they like to play quietly in ways that don't destroy property. Or, maybe they prefer decorating their bedrooms to swinging from the curtains.
Least I sound sexist, I will say that my boys like to decorate their bedrooms, too.
|To some, a Lego Dementor in a baggie is wall art.|
I have to say that my current four year old seems more rambunctious than my other two boys were at that age. When I walk into his bedroom, I see a place of rest: a bed, a bookcase, curtains. When he walks in, he's sees a gymnasium: a trampoline, a climbing wall, a rope swing. It's all a matter of perspective, really.
Maybe if I changed my perspective and actually replaced the typical bedroom trappings with a trampoline, a climbing wall and a rope swing, things wouldn't get broken so often. It's unconventional, but it could save us a fortune in small home repairs.