Anthony, adorable and usually mild-mannered toddler, is fighting a Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde battle with his alter ego, Destructo Boy. Anthony better damned well win soon or Gramma will end up walking down city streets with a shopping cart full of empty cans and tattered blankets, wearing an aluminum foil hat and talking to no one.
Anthony happily sits on the sofa with his grandmother and watches Backyardigans; he occasionally giggles at the funnier scenes and dances to the abundant and fun music. Destructo Boy will not sit still but instead stands on the furniture, screams, and practices his raspberries (I think this is where his secret power lies.)
Anthony plays with his Thomas the Tank Engine Duplo set. Gramma sets up the tracks and he joyfully pushes Thomas and the other cars around them. Destructo Boy kicks apart the train tracks seconds after Gramma assembles them, and continues to scatter them across the carpet, making clean up challenging at best.
After quietly listening to Gramma read three or four books before nap time, Anthony goes down for his nap without fuss and sleeps for a good two and a half hours, giving Gramma time to knit and farm. Destructo Boy will not listen to stories but instead grabs all the books in his arms and will not let anyone else touch them, much less read the things. Instead of sleeping, he stands up in his crib, tears off all his clothes, and pees on his sheets.
Anthony ate a good lunch today, building his strength for defeating Destructo Boy.
Please let him win. Please.