A chip off the old block

Matthew's reading age is rising rapidly now. He's really a model student, sitting quietly, waiting for me to catch up before turning the page. He's off to Oxford next year to read astrophysics.




I wish they'd bring their cradle down from the trees. When the wind blows, the cradle rocks and down comes Matthew, Sophie and all...


Of course, Sophie doesn't need to go to Oxford. She's going to make her fortune with her face.