As I drove with Big Robot in the car, shortly after we’d found out his little brother was colour blind, I realised I needed to tell him too. All brothers get grumpy at each other from time to time, sometimes the brotherly love is hard to spot, and I recalled times when Big Robot has grumpily informed his little brother that he’d got a colour wrong.
“He should know his colours by now!” he’d snap, half aimed at me and half to his little brother. I’d sigh, ask him to be more patient, Little Robot is still learning and we don’t get grumpy at someone trying to learn. This was before we knew, when I felt something wasn’t quite right but we didn’t know for certain. Now we do.