That dragon is one messy bastard.

Last night I babysat for 3 year old Mr. Destroy. At one point I turned around to see that he had bashed three cookies to bits and they were scattered around the room. He was holding a fire breathing dragon in one hand and a plastic horse in the other. I said "what happened?" He looked at me with a completely blank expression and said,
"I don't know. The dragon did it."