Those who know me well, know that a life-long habit of mine has been to play with my ears. Don't know why, I just do. Drives Rose crazy! I have tried to give up, taken long ear-lobe fasts that last at least two hours, tried a 12 steps programme ... but it doesn't take long before I twiddle my lobes and look a mere fraction of my actual IQ.So, imagine my delight, nay, my profound happiness, when I discovered that my grandson, Rhys, all by himself, and seperated by hundreds of kilometers from my influence, plays with his ears in almost an identical way. The proof is in the picture, taken earlier this week, early one morning, when Rhys paid us a visit in the guest room at the farm. Rose has learned that some things are just genetic.
No comments:
Post a Comment