An announcement in the public interest.

Because many of you are going to be alarmed by this photo showing my 2-year-old operating a motorized personal water craft, today I'm going to tell you a story about how Littlest Eclectic (pictured here) came to be genetically engineered to move through water aggressively. If you don't get the moral of this story, then you deserve whatever consequences befall you.

After our second child was born, Mr. E and I thought it would be good to close the baby factory at our house. We decided upon the vasectomy as the most practical choice. Besides, there's that whole notion of paybacks for pregnancy, childbirth and breast-feeding. At any rate, when Little Boy Eclectic (now 8, not pictured above) was about 2&1/2, we dammed the river.

But, the universe has a sense of humor, and it's not always funny.

When I became ill about 2&1/2 years after that, I was sure it was the flu, even though my cycle was late. Because I knew I hadn't been doing any outsourcing, and Mr. E was fixed! But then the damn test stick kept showing 2 lines. "For godsakes, they must have changed the code and now two lines = NOT pregnant" is what I was thinking, when I actually retrieved the box from the recycling bin to read the instructions. Nope, 2 lines still = pregnant.

WTF??

Turns out: you actually have to go back in and get those little dams checked to make sure no swimmers are getting past 'em, 'cause they sometimes build a fish ladder to get upstream. Turns out: the rationale, "Well, if it hasn't happened by now, it isn't going to" is a TOTAL fallacy and only really dumb people would believe it...dumb people who are going to be parents.

Anyone here still shocked to find him driving a SeaDoo?