Three years ago, my son was merely three years old. He was still just a baby in my eyes, talking in his baby voice and smiling his baby-licious smile. It was three years ago that we first took his new Harley Davidson three-wheeler for a ride to the park on a bright, sunshiney day. When we arrived at home, my son turned on the TV and snuggled into our new bean bag chair while watching Dora the Explorer.

You see that irresistible smile? Yes, it actually spelled trouble. I tried my best to win but clearly his cuteness defeated my competitive urge. As the winner, he celebrated with a chocolatey treat. And of course, I had to join in. It was all part and parcel with celebrating the re-launch of Kinder Surprise as well. Mmm, chocolate!

It was still a week away from our planned trip to Fan Expo and my son was still too young to help me build a KRE-O Sentinel Prime Transformer. So he chose to perform an operation instead...

You'd think he'd want to be a doctor when he grows up, perhaps. Nope. During his kindergarten graduation last June, he stood up on stage, approached the microphone and announced to all: