Blogger Z came to stay with us here in Florida. Klara was overjoyed to have her around. She ran around for hours, laughing and jumping in delight.
A terrible suspicion visited me. I turned to N and exclaimed,
“Is this possible? Have we somehow managed to produce an extravert?? Does she actually like people?”
Of course, everybody is a born extravert before life messes them up, so it’s not really that surprising. It’s funny, though.