Vocal Uprising.

The Caspi-Man is CRACKN’…big time.

He is staging a one man revolution against the evil régime that is ongoingly violating his personal freedom and liberty.

He is actively (and loudly) vocalising his discontent at the perceived injustice. Walls may have been kicked and books may have been thrown. Certain soft toys may now be considered collateral damage.

He is meant to be having his afternoon nap.

He feels (very strongly) that he should, by rights, be watching KiKa (children’s channel – or as he refers to it: “Caspi-TV”), or at the very least a Fireman Sam DVD.

This is but the latest in a long line of ongoing injustices that have befallen the Caspi-Man at the hands of the evil régime.

Why, just today, he has had to endure:

- the wrong knife being used to butter his breakfast toast,
- not being allowed to wear his favourite t-shirt to Kindergarten (as it was in the wash),
- the physical indignity of having his teeth brushed (twice),
- being made to help to clean up the milk sploshed in protest at some other major infringement of his personal freedom.

I often ring my mother- in situations like this- for moral support and a sympathetic ear.

Her soft chuckling reverberates across the 16,000 kms, and I can sense that all the historic “you’ll understand one day when you have kids of your own” are beginning to come home to roost.

“I really, honestly have no idea where he gets it from…” she says. This followed by more soft chuckling…