My Son the Super Villain

My son is a genius. I know that all mothers think their children are exceptional, but I promise you, I am not just seeing him through rose-colored mommy glasses. He really is a genius. Unfortunately his particular brand of genius seems to be more of the mischief and mayhem kind. Besides the usual toddler talents of scaling furniture like a mountain goat, screaming louder than a foghorn, instant repetition of any swear word you say and eating the inedible, he has also mastered all things child-proof. He can work the drawer latches, turn doorknobs covered in those plastic covers (that really only deter adults I'm convinced) and open any childproof medication cap. In addition, he has figured out that if he puts the end of the toilet paper into the toilet and flushes, it sucks the paper off the roll and that if he plugs the sink and runs the water full-on he can flood the bathroom floor. He has singlehandedly crashed both of our computers through a combination of keystrokes and mouse clicks. He also loves dismantling my cordless floor sweepers, even pulling over a chair to access the tool caddy in the upper cabinet for tools. And no, he doesn't go so far as to get the correct tool out and use it, but he does understand the link. The day my 20 month old actually figures out how to get the screwdriver and use it correctly is the day I give up and move into a padded cell until he's 5. I don't know how this genius will manifest later, but I'm betting on super-villain.