Tomorrow my godson will have his first day at school.
This weekend he was in Dublin with his mother. I asked him if he still planned to be an astronaut, but he answered: “I would like to be a panda, like Kung Fu Panda.” I said to him that he should tell his teacher, Mrs. Sacha, tomorrow: “I would like to die to see your eyes once again.” The art of the slightly ironic compliment can never be taught too early.