Youngest son on the way!

He’s coming to Budapest for a while on his year off, while he thinks what to do next. When I had my first child and people came and congratulated me, I told them to congratulate me if the baby made it to the age of 18. This is the third baby and he’s 18 – whew! I can stop being grown-up now and revert to 13 myself.
Or as I like to put it, 26. Yes, I’m 26 again. I like being 26 though the first time round I was quite unhappy because I was secketerying in the City of London, a job for which I had zero interest and less than zero talent. This time round it’s great! I think I’ll stay 26 permanently, at least until my youngest gets older than me. If you follow.