DJ Electric Daddy

Click to Play On a chill but pleasent spring morning, our little Sprite finds many an amusement in the back garden wonderland of fallen leaves, puddles, dirt and all manner of things to get himself filthy dirty and soaking wet. Oh well, boys will be boys. Anyhow, it keeps him busy and occupied for a time. Even if it means we have to rake up the leaves again after the G-Express ploughed through them for the umpteenth time.

As a parent of a 2 year old, like every parent of toddlers, I'm continually impressed with my child's uniqueness. Every thing he does amazes me and I'm convinced no other child in the universe is close to matching The Sprites' skill and personality. That is until I talk to other parents or read the many parenting blogs out there. Yes, out "there", it seems almost every other toddler displays almost excactly the same personallity quirks as my now-not-so-unique Sprite. Toddlers are going through such an incredible rate of development, it is hard to believe they all pass through the same "compass points" along the way to Childhood. But I am amazed when I hear of other kids acting so similarly to mine. How can little Lucy babble and laugh in exactly the same dialect of Toddlerese as my little Monster. Why does young Tommy find the same properties of common garden dirt so enthralling. And edible. Are they all somehow related? Cut from the same Carbon Matt...

It was inevitable really. Just a matter of time. I wish I could blame Mrs Electric Mommy for the whole affair, but, truth is, it was me who takes the rap for this one. It started about two weeks ago whilst I was taking newspapers out to the stack in the garage. On the way I stubbed my pinky toe and out of instinct, habit and generally poor judgement, yelled out a resounding "FUCK!!!" The Sprite of Fury was only feet away, well within earshot. But he did not acknowledge theoutburst, and continued on with his toddling. I thought for sure I had gotten away with that one. And for a few days I did. But kids are a wiley breed. They know way more than they let on. So when he looked like he was innocently toddling in that post-expleted moment, he was in fact processing, filing and tagging the new word. It was later in the week when he decided to test his new word. A toy was not going back in its rightful place, behind the toy-box under the window, and to express his displeasure with ...