mr mcmuffin, the hero

Poor Slinky has taken to following Mr McMuffin around the house for protection and looking at him adoringly as if he is a mixture of the Dalai Lama and Rambo. It's just occurred to me for that for a few years, Mr McMuffin is going to be looked at by our son in a similar way and will represent his first model of masculinity. So my son will cook, clean, be technologically capable, forced to wear little iPod inspired clothes (what happened to the 'we're not being stupid and spending a fortune on cutesy little clothes for the baby, he'll wear the cheapest babygrows and love them'?) struggle to work up the enthusiasm to do anything outside the home except shop and listen to loud music and be a glass half empty kind of boy with a cruel and twisted sense of humour and a beard and glasses.