I have two toddler boys under the age of six. The eldest we call The Hurricane. He is not capable of walking past a table without jumping on it, passing by a low-hanging tree branch without swinging from it, or seeing by a pile of books without deciding that they would look much better scattered all over the living room floor. He sees the whole world as a playground to explore and enjoy, leaving a smiling, over-sugared path of destruction in his wake, and I hope he always does (though I would really appreciate if started picking up the books).
Older Brother To The Rescue
