Today shall be henceforth known as the day Felix exhibited the first signs of his latent artistic brilliance. Today, when indulging in one of our usual 'Mummy draw things for me as I command or risk certain death' sessions, he pointed at a spot on a blank piece of paper, said 'Pider', took up a black crayon, created his not-a-bunch-of-random-squiggles-at-all masterpiece, set down the crayon and said with clear finality, 'Pider'. This is incontrovertible proof that my son is a child prodigy and should probably be worshipped as a deity of some sort (maybe the God of Making Unreasonable Demands). Anyone who disagrees is patently a Nazi sympathiser whose favourite hobby is yak molestation while wearing a diving bell and singing 'My Old Man's a Dustman'.
(For those who don't get the title reference, please see Blackadder II, Episode IV)
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