Every now and then your child does something that you think MUST come directly from your gene pool, and for a change...it's a good thing. It turns out Julian can hit a ball off a pitch. Not every time, but enough times to be impressive. He's also insanely interested in metamorphosis. If he turns out to be a ball player and a science nerd, he might actually prove that he can inherit traits of mine other than his (inevitable) color blindness, short temper and fear of change. It kind of makes me want to whip out a punnett square or something.
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