The Iraq War turns four today. And I'll be damned if it's not acting its age.
A four-year-old child has no capacity for long term planning. Once it decides on a goal, it can be distracted by something shiny lying on the ground.
A four-year-old child has no problem with walking into someone else's house and making a mess. Why would it? It will walk among the filth for years before cleaning it up.
A four-year-old has no concept of time. You can say "six days, six weeks, I doubt six months" to a four-year-old, and it's all the same. It never questions why a problem that was supposed to be taken care of so briefly is still ongoing four years later. All time runs together.
A four-year-old has no concept of death. It walks through life knowing that people who were once there no longer are, but never really stops to consider why.
A four-year-old has limited problem solving capacity. It has yet to figure out that trying something that didn't work means you should try something different the next time.
A four-year-old is an expensive creature. Whether it's a doctor's appointment, clothes that it has outgrown, or a carpet that needs replacing, there is always some expense incurred by a four-year-old. Only a foolish parent doesn't incorporate those expenses into the family budget.
A four-year-old child wanders through its existence with no sense of direction. One day it wants to be president. The next day, it wants to be a fighter pilot. But don't ask it to plan for something that may be a year down the road. Whatever the circumstances, it has no exit strategy.
But if you think four-year-olds leave a path of destruction... Just wait until they turn five.