"I am the family face..."

Last weekend we had dinner with Dave's uncle Bob and great-aunt and -uncle Lee and Cliff Bachrach. (Somehow this construction feels ungrammatical to me, but you get the drift.)

Partway through dinner someone brought up James's habit of naming cars. Bob nearly jumped out of his seat. Turns out that he had the same talent at James's age and, in fact, led his grandfather's skeptical law partner around a parking lot, identifying all the cars they saw. Bob's a pretty upbeat guy, but I'd never seen him beside himself before. "James, you can be an actuary just like me! It's a great job," he said.

James was so pleased.