“Welcome to my tourist guide!” DorkySon shouts with glee.
I have just opened the door to a potential new babysitter, who we have asked round to the house for a quick chat.
“Let me show you round!” he says, bouncing up and down on his toes with excitement.
First he shows her the den, explaining that it’s where he watches TV and builds toy car traffic jams on the floor. Then he leads her through to the dining room, where he likes to draw, and to the kitchen where he likes to help cook.
“What are you allergic to?” he asks. “I’m allergic to peanuts.”
I watch his approval-meter rise as she lists her allergies. He likes this common bond.
But then the test starts to get a little trickier. Continue reading