Tornados are measured by the damage they do. If Caelan was a tornado she would be just below the kind that rip a house off it's foundation. I love my precious princess but she may be preparing for a future in demolition. Here's a couple of the latest examples. I stepped out of a room for a minute only to return to Caelan with a crayon in one hand and a pencil in the other. In front of her was my laptop that she had drawn all over the screen (no, it didn't all come off). Later she comes in saying something about her hand and when I pry her fingers open I see her bloody palm. I run into the living room to figure out what happened and I find a light bulb busted all over the floor (her hand was ok). It seems like every time we turn around she has emptied a laundry basket, trash can or table top. Parenting can be an adventure.
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