While I work towards submitting the abstracts that will hopefully take me to my beautiful island destination next April and far beyond that in the course of what I hope very much will be a productive career, my little genius is busy figuring out words and ideas. We sit and read together when I'm home but some days I'm late coming back (as is very usual these days), and I've found his little snout deep in the enjoyment of the pictures in the centerfold. Sometimes, I find him trying to re-read what we've already covered, apparently trying to pronounce the words carefully and correctly, the way I teach him. I can't help but be overwhelmed with emotion when I look at his ears, pricked up, enthusiastically absorbing information. My little darling!
Of course, sometimes I've also found him like this.
'Genes' tell, don't they? I remember a bunch of times that my mother has caught me in the same position. A little pat on the only visible part of Snorky Figgles sets him right again. I believe my mother resorted to much the same measure back then. History, as they say, ....
