Cassie’s over, she’s waiting for her fiance to turn up so we can have dinner, she’s doodling idly on a piece of paper.

“Tell me what to draw,” she says.

“A chicken.”

“What, just a chicken?”

“Okay,” I say, kinda concentrating on my own thing and not really paying attention to her. “Solving binomial equations.”

Two minutes later:

This, from the child who will insist she has no appreciable talent whatsoever. Don’t you just want to slap the self-knowledge into her? 🙂