I've always felt that, when it comes to the children, it's best not to have a favourite . . . .
Joking aside, The B&G have always been considered on equal terms.
That said, in certain regards, things might, from time to time, be considered to favour The B.
Don't mistake me, I'm not talking about affection here . . . .
But consider the activities that take up most of our time together, and it might seem a different matter.
Perhaps it's because he and I are both male, but I've always found it far easier to keep The B occupied than The G.
Be it spending time at the train station or the airport, riding the bus or the Metro or poring over his favourite underground network maps and timetables, his interest in all things transportational means it has never been difficult to keep him entertained.
The G participates in such things too, although I doubt she'll be pushing the above pursuits too hard once her big brother starts school in September.
It's something that has got me thinking in recent times and the conclusion I've reached is that I'm not sure how The G and I are going to spend our days.
She likes the beach and the playground, is always up for a scooter ride and can't get enough of swimming. Painting is enjoyed, so too anything that involves scissors . . . .
That's all good, although I can't help thinking that I ought to engage in something a little more girly, a proper feminine pastime, to make up for all the long hours of trainspotting and timetable collecting that The B and I have forced her to endure.
I'm thinking that some kind of dance class might be a good start, although I have no idea exactly what this might entail.
I think it's fair to say that I shall be stepping outside my comfort zone during the coming weeks and months. It's going to be all change around here, that's for certain . . . .