He just walked into my room eating a raw, uncooked, partially frozen steak like it was a piece of pizza. And then looked at me wierd and said, "What?" He just broke what was left of the hall closet door over his head. He is now shooting BBs at my bedroom window from the back porch. He put one of those fluffy flowerish things from a pampas grass in my dresser light and said "Try and spot the room modification!" when I walked in from work. I feel like I live with a 3 year old.