Why…just, why?

I have this one kid that I adore that can’t seem to use things for their intended purpose. Why? Why can’t he just use a broom as a cleaning device? Or jump rope for jumping? Or a hammer as a tool for nails? Instead, I find beheaded brooms, jump ropes hanging from branches or tied to the handle of a cart, or see him using a hammer to make a hole in the ground for something I dare not ask. My creative, brilliant, amazing child has turned our backyard into a graveyard of once useful things. There are bits and pieces that I recognize and some things that I haven’t a clue as to what they once were. But everything is useful in his eyes. A literal believer in the phrase, “one man’s trash, is another man’s treasure” but it stresses me out. Don’t get me wrong, I love his creative mind and the way he come up with uses for broken items but it’s not always a safe option. Sometimes that includes dangling from that jump rope tied to a not so thick branch. I’m pretty sure that one day he will come up with the best inventions but until then I have to live with the chaos that is now. Do you have a kid like this???