I’m the first to admit I have a borderline pathological obsession with Sonny Blake.
The blue-eyed, chubby-cheeked two-year-old son of radio host Hamish Blake and author Zoe Foster Blake brings nothing but pure happiness to my life.
The videos, you guys. The videos.
At least once a week while scrolling through Instagram I gasp, stand up, and loudly yell, “I. CANNOT. ANYMORE. He’s become TOO CUTE” before throwing my phone on the floor and running frantically out of the room.
Some would say it’s an overreaction, but I vehemently disagree. I’m sorry, but have you ever heard a toddler say “I reckon” quite like this?
…I didn’t think so. And judging by the comments, I’m not the only one obsessed.
But lately, I’ve realised the Sonny Blake phenomenon doesn’t exist purely because of the toddler’s priceless expressions and his adorable pronunciation of the word ‘favvvwwwit.’
It exists because in Sonny we’re seeing something we desperately needed to see: a somewhat gender-balanced attitude to parenting, where both parents seem equally excited and enamoured by their child.