I am convinced: every four year old boy needs a British postdoc.
Nate is captivated by "his" postdoc.
Robert has been exceedingly patient, including hours of playing Wii (under the tutelage of an often bossy instructor). And this morning he had to deal with early morning cries as Nate didn't feel well.
Did I mention he has also smiled in the face of two hurdling pugs who snort in his face?
We'll keep him!