10:30 p.m., this evening:

Daddy: “Charlotte…all of the other children are asleep. Why are you still awake?”

Charlotte: “Daddy, I’m different. I’m not like everyone else. I’m…I’m left-handed!”

And now we know…

Here is a poem on the “perils of left-handedness.” BTW…Charlotte is the only one of our nine children who is a leftie!

Left-handedness

In honour of all left-handed,
Neglected and much abused –
A sinister bunch we are branded,
Left out and unfairly accused.

You ‘Righties’ are horribly righteous,
Such words as dexterity reign,
Including the ambidextrous,
Adroit and terribly vain.

You say we are gauche and south-paw,
Cack-handed and awkward to watch,
On the pitch we’re a troublesome outlaw
And all that we do is a botch.

Bad news in a left-handed marriage,
In compliments, speaking on oath,
On the left is alright for a carriage,
But for ‘Lefties’, designers are loath.

We’re ignored in the kitchen and garden,
With coffee pots, scissors and shears,
They’ve chosen the wrong side to sharpen,
And a chainsaw will end in tears.

Despite all the efforts to slight us,
We know that we really are deft,
Enough of this ‘leftversusrightis’,
As there cannot be Right without Left.

Tony Hemmings 2001