In the climactic scene of the movie Ghostbusters, the team is prompted to choose a form for the Destructor – a being that will arrive to destroy the world. Ray chooses the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man – a beloved cartoon mascot from his childhood, and something that he thought “could never do us any harm.”
It feels like the Destructor has once again been set free on the Earth in a seemingly harmless form. This time, he has taken the shape of a one year old boy.
We were spoiled by the Cutlet. She never got into things, and she rarely destroyed anything. Most of her baby books are (or at least they were) in good condition, and we were able to either donate or pass down most of her old toys. The Cutlass is not quite as good, as she will sometimes try to get into cabinets or play a little too roughly with things. But she is an absolute angel compared to her brother.
If anyone doubts that there are differences in the behavior of boys and girls, I invite you to spend a day at our house. Cujo is seemingly on a mission to destroy – or at least make a huge mess of – just about everything in his path. Food gets thrown on the floor, books get ripped apart, and toys get smashed against the floor. If Toy Story is correct, and toys are actually sentient beings, then our house is basically a death sentence.
Just yesterday morning, he got a hold of a pair of my sunglasses. The next thing I know the frame was cracked and he was playing with one of the lenses. I just kind of shook my head and sighed, “This is why we can’t have nice things.”
There will be times when Mrs. Cutter and I will watch him destroy something or witness his routine where he runs across the room, crashes into a piece of furniture, falls to the ground and laugh hysterically. As he climbs to his feet to repeat the process, Mrs. Cutter will look at me accusingly and ask, “Remember how you wanted a boy?”
On the bright side, the things he’s destroying now are at least relatively cheap. Books and toys are easily replaceable and will be outgrown soon enough anyway. The real fun will come in sixteen years or so when he starts destroying our cars. I have a feeling I won’t just sigh it off when that happens.
This post has been part of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge. In case you couldn’t tell, today’s letter was D and the topic was “Destruction”