Now over to Anselm

Should I have given the impression that it's all goofball all the time, Anselm is blossoming at school. He is getting more and more communicative, is very happy about meeting other kids (which he seems to do effortlessly, Y**H knows where that comes from) and enjoys the sports and schoolwork. He's also been incredibly nicely behaved at home. The only person who behaves badly is me (and Eliot, who throws his things around and physically abuses him): when I lose patience with the lugubrious pace of the dressing or shoes, he looks at me, slightly hurt but forgiving, and asks me if I am feeling crabby today and suggests that I might be a bit tired. I'm realising that we might be passing through the post-toddler years into a new era of high civility. For instance, here he is, teaching Miles to play piano.