Thought I'd bring this up again for another parental lesson in "not buying any nice stuff".
My wife and I have been looking for a nice bed frame since we started living together 5+ years ago. At first we had a full size bed, then moved up to a queen (a king cannot fit in our bedroom and frankly I like being close to my wife!)
We finally found a nice wooden headboard / footboard / sideboard set up in Northern Michigan this past winter that was ridiculously cheap ($600, brand new) so we splurged and bought it. It looks great in our bedroom.
A few weeks ago, while being Mr. Mom, I temporarily lost track of Zora and realized the house was very quiet. I called her name and she answered and I could tell she was in our room. No big deal. She likes to go in there and play with her stuffed animals on our bed.
I go in there and play with her, momma comes home, we have dinner, playtime, reading time, and eventually put her to bed. The next day we follow our routine and all is well.
Until suddenly we're in our bedroom again with Zora and I notice big scratches on the footboard of the bed. I get closer and realize they aren't just scratches, but teeth marks, a whole line of them. I ask Zora, "Did you do this?"
She nods.
"Why did you do this, Zora?"
"I'm a beaver!"
So that is her new thing lately. She pretends to be a certain animal (beaver, monkey, cat, etc.) and then misbehaves and tries to blame it on being that animal. The other day she was jumping all over the couch and then screamed in my wife's ear. Alison said, "Zora! Don't do that, that is very rude!" and Zora says, "But mom, I'm a monkey!"
The kid is crazy.