Blame the Beavers - DAM them!

What is a mom to do? I really love my kids, they love me, we have laughs every day, we enjoy one anothers company, etc. But really, I may have to take a break from a certain 3 year old, we won't name any names. I just can't keep up with him and the ONLY time he gets out of eyesight/earshot is when I am feeding McCall - so pretty much all day everyday! But he is constantly into things he shouldn't be! I am at my wits end. Seriously, do used pull ups belong under the bed and in little cubby holes? Even after he is reminded EVERY day to put them in the garbage?
Last week he kindly defrosted the deep freeze for me, mind you I did not ask him to, nor was I expecting it. He apparently had a cankering for an otter pop while being babysat so he helped himself to the freezer and neglected to shut the door. The next morning, while rushing to get out the door because I was late, I happened upon a giant puddle of melted popsicles, ice cream, seafood, pork chops - shall I go on, or do you get the picture? I was not impressed, as I was already late and now had to empty a freezer and try to rescue what was left behind. By the way, it's true what they say, you should not refreeze meat after it has been thawed - NASTY! But how much meat can you cook for one meal? Grrr - not a great start to a day!
Two days ago said unnamed three year old was told not to wear his swim shorts, as we were not going swimming and his shorts were dirty. Apparently this was a life altering ruling on clothing issues. The melt down was tremendous and I left him in his room to work it out and get redressed. After ten minutes of wailing and weeping he emerged from his little wee room wearing a t-shirt and, of course, swimming shorts. He looked up at me in all honesty and said, "mom, look, my swim shorts just fell right on me!" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, or rant and rave - it is a constant struggle I have with this little man.
Let's move on to today, shall we?
I noticed that his new shoes he got for the summer had two large cuts in them, possibly of the scissor variety. I questioned the perpetrator and asked, "How did this happen to your shoes?" Without hesitation the answer was, "Oh, it was the beavers in the backyard. They chewed them." Then he walked away and continued to play, as if that were indeed the correct answer.
What am I in for? I don't think I can laugh that off and say, what a creative little fella! No, I am afraid for my future.
With that said, I do love you Gage - I mean, unnamed three year old.