The little things in life...

When it comes to babies, some of us almost instinctively feel the need to decide whether they'll be pretty when they grow up, whether they'll be clever, or witty, or charming; whether they shall play the piano, or take ballet classes, or be interesting to boys. The truth is, though, that, when you give birth to anything (metaphorically or otherwise), you never really know what you're going to get, even if you think you do. These things are beyond you, exist separately from you, have a life of their own.

So, who knows how my new little friend will turn out. Personally, though, I think she's plotting something...