Wee Mail

If you thought our very own MacDaddy was a sucker for gizmos and gadgets, you have yet to meet the GrandDada. My own childhood is a flurry of CB radios, sound systems, computers... you name it. And on his last visit while MammaMia is away with the other grandkids, the GrandOl' Dada found a willing ally in Tato. GrandDada, Tato and a Blackberry. A very dangerous combination.

Because you see, Tato is three going on thirty nine. He is our old man trapped in a little boy's body. He checks the compass to know what direction we are driving. He looks at Google Earth to check out places we cannot readily get to. And now, thanks (or no thanks!) to his GrandDada, he has now learned the wonderful art of e-mailing.

This email - written, composed and sent all by this little self was for MammaMia. He loves little bits of trivia, as you can tell. It is signed Tyrone only because he is in a Backyardigan phase now. Tomorrow will be a new alias. For sure.

Hello Nani

The Penggen papas holds the baby in their feet.

From Tyrone

MammaMia responded in a jiffy and now the boy is hooked. And every half hour we hear "Can you check my inbox, Mama? Did somebody write me a letter?"

Today's letter to the GrandDada:

My almost four year old is now an email away. We are in for some interesting times.

P.S. For those who know my email address, do send a little someone some mail his way.