Iorwerth!

I got to play with the two-year-old today. It had been far tool long since I'd seen him, so that was delightful.
The morning included a dance party session, during which two stuffed rats were made to sing and act such childhood favourites as "Somebody to Love" and Barry Manilow's "It's a Miracle." I take no responsibility for the rats' actions, nor will I confess or deny having played "Le Jazz Hot." The kid's dad is a jazz pianist, and it definitely shows. Played some jazz and he ran spastically and ecstatically around the room, repeatedly jumping onto his "stage."
When I left, he cried. Must be doing something right!