Yesterday morning the Angel of Music, from The Phantom Of The Opera, was playing inside my mind. So I put the CD on.
My son gets excited: listening and dancing. When the Overture ends, he asks me to play it again. I tell him that its the theme, it will repeat again later. Next song starts, it is "Think of Me" and a woman sings. He is quiet for a moment. Then he asks me: "Is Theme a girl?". I laugh and agree. For a boy theme usually is a girl.
My 4-years-old son learned the critical buttons of my camera. To me, his pictures are best I have ever seen.
Pictures are unmodified. Copyright owner is my son and I have used them here, with permission.
When my first child was born I was 31-years old. I was just as unprepared to be a parent as I can imagine any person of that age to be. I have no sisters; the idea of playing with dolls (that don't come with guns) or being a dad was totally alien to me. 
I had spent about 20 years in various schools, institutes, and colleges. I wonder why our education system does such a poor job preparing a person to the parenthood.
