huh?

How on earth did The Boy manage pull his entire chest of drawers over, landing the drawers and all thier contents on the bedroom floor, AND contrive to break the bottom drawer and at least one other, in all probability?

How?

He doesn't know.  He claims he wasn't climbing on it - yeah, right - he was *just* looking for a book on the top of the cupboard.

He was *just* supposed to be in bed!

I've got an almighty mess to clean up in the bedroom, which can't be cleaned up because the drawers are broken.

This is just fantastic.  Once again I'm left shaking my head.

Parenthood is like being pecked to death.  By a duck!