Confession
I have a terrible confession to make. Actually two. The first is that my son is a freak. The second is that as a result, I am a bad father. Let me explain.

The other day, I was standing Isaac in the windowsill in the kitchen, and there is a little squirt bottle there that we use for disciplining the cats. He reached down, and handed me the bottle, and on a lark, I squirted a little drop of water at his face. I then felt immediately guilty, and put the bottle down.

Of course he was giggling, and then picked it back up, handed it to me, and covered his face with his hands and giggled again.

This game went on a few minutes, but I realized after a while it's a varation on several games I have with him, which often involve bouncing soft balls of his forehead, or flicking little foam discs (from his giant foam numbers floor puzzle) at him.

In short, the kid really enjoys stuff flying at his face at a high velocity. Whereas I think most kids would cry if you squirted them in the face, yesterday Isaac took my by the finger, and led me over to the windowsill, made a motion that he wanted to be picked up, and handed me the bottle and covered his face again.

So we've established that my kid is a freak, but should I really be encouraging it? Yes I know all kids have their odd little quirks, but what if he grows up thinking it's a sign of affection to squirt people in the face, or throw balls at their heads. All little kids have a problem with indiscriminately throwing balls, toys, sticks, whatever, but most kids don't enjoy being on the receiving end. Isaac does.

So back to the Isaac as professional athlete theme I keep harping on...It occurs to me that as soon as he's walking properly, we should get him on skates, and as soon as he's skating properly, we should get him into Goalie equipment. Think about it, he is developping a high threshold for pain, and is not only fearless about getting hit in the head, he gets off on it.

Patrick Roy, watch your back. :)