add this post to the pile.
as i dozed between my first and second alarm snoozes this morning, i was jolted wide awake by a loud crash. oliver has broken enough things in my house that i can instantly tell if it's something fairly minor (glass foolishly left on the counter overnight, begging to be knocked off by devious cat paws) or something more substantial (large mixing bowl i was unaware was appealing and/or able to be batted off a counter). i could tell this one wasn't minor.
RIP, lovely wine decanter.
he actually accomplished this particular act of destruction by nudging a heavy ceramic candle pot off of a ledge in the kitchen ONTO the decanter, which had been placed in a fairly oliver-safe zone. i mean, had he not resorted to PROJECTILES to ruin it.