Me and my boy tonight, right before I put the little hooligan to bed. Notice my tired eyes and his bright ones, coupled with his maniacal grin and the toy of the day, a Hot Wheels car, in his hand.
Mom says I was just like him: short, hyper, and a chip the size of California on my shoulder. Just like his Dad was as a child, Rakes doesn't walk anywhere: he runs. Very fast, taking out anything and anyone (usually his brother Trot) that gets in the way.
The past few days he's wanted to start playing the PS2 after seeing his sister play Barbie on it. In a matter of hours, he's gone from not having a clue to what he's doing to mastering the world of "Crash Banitoot", blowing up robots and swirling tornadoes at will.
It amazes me at not yet 4, he can be so adept at playing video games and using the computer. This coupled with Ciera figuring out all the functions on my new cell phone I got today in about 5 minutes while I'm still on page 3 of the manual led to this realization.
I'm in SERIOUS trouble in about 2 years: I just got my first cell phone with a camera on it today, and Ciera already knew how it worked. How do they know this stuff? How can a boy who still wears a diaper when he sleeps know how to get online, find the sites he wants, and play all these games without an adult helping?
I figure I have two options: A. Turn into Bill Gates. B. Move the family to a deserted island and hermatize ourselves for the rest of our lives.
I think I'm going with plan B.
How much damage can they do on a deserted island?
In Red Sox news, or non Red Sox news, I've got nothing. Lowell still hasn't filed for free agency, Papi had a minor knee operation today, and Manny has been MIA since his appearance on Leno Friday night. I'm pretty sure he followed Jay home that night and has been camped out on his front porch ever since.
Finally, things just keep on getting better if you are a Yankee fan.
What a bunch of ever lovin' dinks.