My 10-yr-old nephew is fast approaching the 'shrugging offness' of a teenager but when I congratulated him on Skype on his inter-school chess trophy he was beaming and ten again. The wee one - seven - always exuberant - hopped up on the computer desk and gave me a demo of the crow (yoga). Then he showed me a drawing - you have to add things to doodles - and said, What is the man throwing? It looked like a yoyo. A yoyo? I asked. No, he replied. A bomb. B-o-m-b. I didn't ask him to spell it. Then we talked about underwater dogs and the Scale of the Universe. Then my sis-in-law lifted the cat up to say hello, she is not fond of me (the cat) and goes rigid if she thinks I'm actually there.