I’m going to blame the content of this post on snow delirium from the hours I spent shoveling today.

During Ted-Dad bonding time this evening I was carrying Ted around the house talking to him about who-knows-what and we stopped at the glass sliders that lead out to the deck so I could show him all the snow that was out there. (One metric crap-load is the official measurement.) Not sure he was paying any attention to me, but he was amused by his reflection, promptly opened his mouth, and then licked the glass. I pulled Ted away and explained to him that he can’t eat the baby he sees in the window because that baby is really just himself. Mind you, I apparently saw no other issues with cannibalism had there actually been another baby on the other side of the glass that Ted wanted to eat, but thankfully Ted’s mom was listening to the bizarre and one-sided conversation and set me straight.

In addition to all the baby-eating talk, I also asked Ted if he would like to help dear-old-dad shovel the driveway during the next snow storm. Once again, my wife provided some clarity of thought and reminded me that perhaps Ted would need to be able to stand up on his own as well as walk before he could be of any real help with a shovel. Agreed. But then I came up with a brilliant idea for a new product that would let Ted as well as other walking-impaired babies get in on the snow-removal fun. Baby Helmet Plows. Pint-sized helmet with a pint-sized plow attached to the top and all that crawling energy can be put to good use.

It’s a million-dollar idea I tell ya; don’t go stealing it.