When Noah was little, I hoped he would be left-handed. I am left-handed, and I’m of the “Left is ZOMG SO COOL” persuasion. Sure, learning to write was a touch more difficult than for the others, perhaps (Austria having been just a little medieval in this regard, although jesus, my step-uncle is ambidextrous, because THAT’S how medieval they were even further back), I know it wouldn’t make a difference these days. I remember when I told one of our relatives of my hopes, her reaction was “But why? Why would you WANT your child to be left-handed, and as such destined for a difficult life?”
Huh? I mean, as much as I like to play the martyr card (I’m short!), I’m not sure my life has been more difficult due to handedness.
But Noah is definitely right-handed. No question.
Lil G may just be my New Hope.