There is a monster in our house

He dumps out cereal on the floor. He gets into our fridge and eats our butter, plays with the eggs, rearranges the produce and takes bites out of the cheese. He moves our dinning room chairs to knock things off of the counters, and get into my chapstick. He makes pools in the bathroom, thankfully with sink water. He takes off his diapers, and not when they are dry. Our monsters name is Jack, and he is quite destructive. And to top it all off, our monster has learned how to get out of his crib.