Chaos Machine

So, I have decided that my Thomas is a chaos machine.  He is programmed to quickly and efficiently cause mass destruction, and chaos. 

Yesterday the chaos machine followed the below protocol:
  Eat one half bowl of oatmeal, fling remaining oatmeal at sister = cleaning mother
  Removing PJ's and diaper and chasing siblings while naked = disgusted shrieks and a puddle of piddle
  Use orange crayon to "draw" on Alli's math assignment = screaming sister
  Disassemble prized bionicle while on rouge mission in brother's room = raging brother
  Practice MMA on the ruff (kitty) (confused I know) = screeching mach speed cat retreat
  Reaching on kitchen counter to get a drink from sissy's cup = hair styled with apple juice & new outfit
  Running around living room with laundry hamper on head = hilarious photo ops
  Running around living room with laundry hamper on head = stacks of folded laundry...unfolded
  Stacks of folded laundry...unfolded = unhappy mama
  Exploratory mission under the couch = toddler chewing on AA battery
  Toddler chewing on AA battery = panicked daddy frantickly washing out mouth
  Toddler chewing on AA battery = toddler sleeping in parent's bed...at dad's insistance
  Toddler sleeping in bed = interupted sleep for mama and daddy, and a machine with a charged battery!

  Thomas the chaos machine = parents finding joy in the life of a healthy (though exhausting) child! 
I'd love to hear about your chaos machines too!  Such joy comes from knowing we are not alone!!