My two children

Eliot and Anselm are diametrically opposite personalities, particularly with regard to courage. Anselm has always been somewhat fearful and cautious, but has always approached family adventure with a complete lack of hesitation-- default response to a suggestion is "Yeah!"-- and has travelled calmly all over the world. Eliot is indeed fierce and mighty, fearlessly plunging into surf and off steps and out of sight, but seems to have a much more elemental need for an enclosed comfort zone located in space and time. And when she gets worried, she often gets angry. As she says: "I'm angry!". She (or more accurately, we) might find this trip difficult-- something that never happened with Anselm. But I might be wrong: let's see.

The two have a stark difference in their connection to the here and now. Eliot always knows who is who, where everyone is, where all objects are in the house, where we are driving to, where she'd prefer to go. She knows what's happening, and she has plans to change it. Anselm.. not. He and Blaise live somewhere in the nether nether, dreaming of rocket travel and space elevators.