I live with my own Demolition Man. I can't leave my hubby alone for 5 minutes without him breaking something. Look at what he did to my oven last night, while trying to make mini pizzas:Demolition manWe call this "Franked up" as opposed to "f**ked up".
Sometimes my daughter isn't much better. Instead of listening to me when I said "Wait till the oven cools and I'll fix it...I don't want to burn myself", right after she took that photo, she grabbed a pair of pot holders and attempted to fix it herself, accidentally completely removing the door on the left side, which required removal of the door on the right side to prevent the right hinge from bending or snapping. It would have been much easier for me to fix if she had not done that. I wouldn't have had to fuss with trying to pry the left hinge open, to slide the door back on.