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October 6, 2010

Go Ahead Little Man, Make My Day

No, this isn’t a post harkening back to Clint Eastwood’s historic, “Go ahead punk, make my day.”  This is a tip for any parent who keeps a notebook or some other written journal for keeping track of your multitude of daily tasks, meetings and the like.  It started when the Little Man got hold of my notebook one day at home and started flipping pages and writing.  I quickly tried to intervene only to be rebuffed saying “Dad, don’t worry, I’m not using pages, it’s a surprise.”

Fast forward to about two weeks later and I’m sitting down to my third meeting of the day.  Flip open my notebook to the next page ready to take notes and there it is, two simple and unexpected words that truly made my day: “Tyler day” written in the bottom corner in that familiar handwriting.  I couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the day.

So if you want some random smiles thrown into your hectic work schedule, hand over your precious notebook, journal or whatever you use and have your little one add some hidden love for future dates.  It will truly “make your day.”

October 4, 2010

A Hacker Is Born?

So the Little Man is now officially becoming a computer user and more importantly (and scarily) an internet user.  Me, being the always clever chap, decided we’ll limit that usage by using the standard password feature of Windows so he can’t access it without the password.  No Club Penguin or drooling over the Lego sets without some parental supervision. 

Naturally next time he wants to get on the information superhighway, he comes to me and asks what is wrong with the computer.  I explained to him the concept of a password as a key to lock things and that he’d need mom or dad unlock it to use the computer.  Of course, the normal protest stomps that follow every time the Paternal Dictator gives an unsatisfactory answer, but we all seemed on the same page. 

Fast forward a few days later and I walk in to find him using the computer.  When I inquire if his mother said it was ok and he said he was just checking on some new Lego set.  When I pressed on how he got on, he replied with an innocent smile, “I figured out the password, it was easy.  I tried my name, mom’s name then your name.  Now that I know it I can get on the computer without bothering you.”