Sebastian, it has to be said, is a bit of a wuss. He freaks out if a train goes off the tracks in an episode of Thomas. He doesn’t like swings, or climbing frames, or slides higher than my waist. For a long time he was petrified of the vacuum cleaner and the electric mixer. He is generally quite a sensitive boy, and that is obviously fine. I don’t buy into the notion little boys have to be ruffians with no sense of fear. But there is some traditional (stereotypical?) boy-ness about him, as demonstrated by the fact that last night he opened the bathroom door by crawling into it head-first. Fortunately the catch on the door is dodgy and he managed to move it without much effort; I dread to think what might have happened had the door resisted his little shaggy-haired noggin. Some kind of repeated head-banging, resulting in a concussion? Sebastian is not a child who typically gives up easily. Or perhaps he would have just done the sensible thing and stood up and opened the door in the conventional manner. I suppose it’s impossible to know. Until, perhaps, next time he encounters a closed door…