Well, at least they mentioned there being a babysitter at all -- considering for the most part Starr and Cole have made infant-rearing and teen parenthood look like no biggie. But alas, the babysitter is dead at the hands of Eli, yet another person we've never met being killed by someone we're supposed to fear (okay, yes, Eli has actually finally been pretty threatening recently -- he killed Wee Ross!).
Today we got the treat of Todd waxing poetic about what it's like to welcome your children into the world. How your heart is full and how they are so vulnerable and innocent.
Todd: You don't know yet what it's like to hold your kid in your hand for the first time. It comes out and it's just this... I don't know, this little ball of humanity. It's just so... innocent and helpless. And then you realize it's yours, it's your flesh and blood there. It's your joy, of course, but it's your responsibility. And it's just this limitless potential for heartbreak. I mean just the thought, the very thought that someone would harm this creature, this person who wouldn't be here if it weren't for you, it just, well, it makes you want to do things and feel things that you've never felt before. And of course you realize you would gladly step in front of an oncoming train if it meant saving their life.
Oh, sniffles. Correct me if I'm wrong (and I mean that sincerely, twenty-five years of this show in my weak memory bank leads to mistakes and I'm sure some of you are far better scholars of the show than I!), but... I would've liked for them to show a flashback of Todd welcoming one of his children into the world and it changing everything because he was so moved. Because: when the eff did this happen? He was presumed dead during the birth of Starr, Spencer delivered Sam while he was hiding Margaret, Tea gave birth to Dani in Tahiti and said she was Ross's child. So far, absent for 3 of 4. And yes, he was present for Jack's birth but was so far from moved (granted, he didn't know Jack was his son, as if that's some acceptable excuse) that he ultimately paid David Vickers to kidnap (aka "get rid of") Jack and hand him off to who-knows-who and force a new mother to grieve the non-death of her child. So I've missed these birth moments in which Todd is full of love for a vulnerable and innocent baby. And I've missed the scenes where he even realizes this in retrospect, as he has so much respect for the sanctity of a new child and its bond with its parents that he planned to kidnap his own daughter's baby as a "gift" to his rape victim. (Seriously, typing all that out in one paragraph is hilarious. God I love soaps!)
I think the one thing they've been very consistent about as far as Todd's fathering instincts is that he will indeed step in front of an oncoming train if it'll keep one of his kids from being taken away from him (either by custody suit or kidnapping). And there were actually times years ago when his relationship with little Starr was actually quite lovely, and there have been flashes of some sort of love for his children that goes beyond just "but it's mine!" but man, it's been a long, long while. So I did have to laugh today.
Oh and Natalie's really a saint for expressing sympathy to Todd. Honestly, the fact that either of his nieces can run into him at any point and not spit in his face is a true testament to their absurdly forgiving natures. (Or to the short-term memories of the story editors. Your guess is as good as mine.)
Queen Victoria really is back! Today, she had this juicy morsel to say about Echo:
VIki: She's nothing but a two-bit poseur; she's nothing but a distilled con artist who has seen better days.