This will hurt me...

You need hands to hold someone you care for. You need hands to show that you're sincere. When you feel nobody wants to know you, you need hands to brush away the tears. You also need hands to dig in the sand, and you need hands to wash the grit off your hands.

It may not be immediately apparent, but I - and thus my children - have a significant amount of Sicilian blood tracing through my DNA. Henry has not got it in his skin tone, but my word he has ethnic tendencies when it comes to emotive expression...