A Natural Consequence

of having two English PhDs for your parents is that literary references abound.  When we used to put Isaac in his little nightgowns (which seems so long ago now!), we used to tell him he was in gender trouble.

And look what happens when my poor innocent has his "Old" shirt--bought to celebrate his first birthday--on.  I just couldn't resist: after all, I'm a modernist at heart.

And who doesn't love T.S. Eliot?

I grow old...

I grow old...

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.