What a lovely world it would be if your children only ever inherited your good points. Every generation improving on the last.
There’s not much I can do about genetics, but here is my Henricus wish list for today:
That he hears ‘mental maths test’ and is pleasantly excited.
That he can eat a tomato without feeling like all the wrongness in the world has converged on his tongue.
That he’s not afraid to dive into a swimming pool.
That he never in his life has the indignity of publicly running from a pigeon.
No joy with the tomato thing, yet.
Suppose I’ll keep working on it.