I know that when I was a kid, my brothers and I were rather destructive little tornadoes of energy. I'm sure that we broke plenty of things. I seem to remember an incident involving some sort of sticky slime-like toy that my little brother had being throw onto the ceiling. And sticking there. And not wanting to come off. And leaving a nice purple stain on the ceiling.

My younger brother was also a big fan of drawing on walls and other surfaces for a while. Crayon doesn't come off all that easily.

We knocked things over, we played ball in the house, we were probably holy terrors.

And I think this is probably normal, in fact there's a whole website dedicated to the subject. Sh*t My Kids Ruined not only allows you to post the pictures, but to write a story explaining just what happened.

I've been reading through them this afternoon, and some of them are just so funny you can't help but laugh. And feel kinda sorry for those parents.