I know, you're right of course- but at least he knows what to expect from babies... that's more than I can say, really. Ooh I'm feeling rather excited right now! Don't worry, I won't be doing anything to scare him- he definately doesn't understand the relationship between daughter and father. He will though. And it will probably be too late by that time.
Oh Pansy, darling, I didn't mean to imply that yours were! Or to give any insult... I'm such a fool, I was only thinking on paper. But it is good to know that a healthy balance is possible. I am not interested in dirty nappies, that's for sure.
I'm sorry! I can't believe I haven't told you! We didn't want to really make a fuss about it until the adoption was finalised, and well, it's not, technically, but he's been with us for quite some time now... Yes! You can adopt and Pansy, it's really quite amazing. I can't describe it. He doesn't call us mother or father, but his mother is still alive and he has been living with her for his whole life. Neither Montague nor I are interested in forcing him to adopt us as well. It is enough to see him smile and know that he is finally happy. And darling, I am certainly keeping at it. I do have hope- but with the way he reads... I don't know.
Other stuff? Incineration? Pansy that sounds horrible... I'm almost afraid to ask for elaboration.
Well that's good news... Marlowe got the pox rather badly. Oh Pansy, I was terrified! He was hallucinating, even. And don't get me started on the sores...
Darling, it's not exactly an issue right now, is it? Don't worry about it. Polly can play with the twins and teach them everything she knows. I'll let you baby sit plenty!
Alright, I will focus on not falling down. That seems like an easy enough goal- no offense, of course.