• Our four-year-old is running rings around me

    1 month ago - By The Guardian

    Driving routes, planetary facts, giraffe diets... whatever next? My son turns four in a few days, and it feels big. Four years is a lot: the tenure of American presidents, the gap between World Cups and, to a lesser degree, European championships. Four years is the first age at which I have definite, clear memories of my own life. My first day in reception class, the smell of cheese sandwiches and hugging my teacher's shaking legs as my mum left the room. There's a vertiginous sense that the record button in his brain has well and truly switched on, and I should make a better effort not to...
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