He was a difficult small baby though, not at all easy to please. But once he’d grown up a little, I realised why. He is a communicator and he was frustrated. The moment he learned to speak his first word, he was a changed child. “Dah” was it, and it meant ‘water.’ And water is such a useful word. Whether you’re thirsty, if you go for a walk by the sea (we lived 100 yards from the beach then), if it’s raining, if you’re having a bath, there are so many opportunities every day to say a word that the person you’re with will pick up on and make into a conversation. And, of course, you say it twice and your father is really pleased with you.
And the more he grew up, the more delightful he became. Lovely young man. Happy 30th year, Ro.