The arduous journey to school
It’s a hard life isn’t it? On the way to school last week I pointed out some clover growing in the grass and told Xavier that it almost always had three leaves but on very rare occasions it had four. I said that I had never been lucky enough to find one with four leaves, despite having spent hours, as a child, searching for one. And guess what I spotted? I excitedly told Xavier I’d been looking for one of these four leaf clover leafs all my life, to which his response (bearing in mind that five minutes previously he hadn’t known what clover was) was that he too had spent all of his life looking for a four leaf clover.
Now I wonder what effect this little incident will have on Xavier? When he’s sixteen will he play the lottery for the first time and expect to win?