Anda and I were at the grocery store today.
I was getting broccoli, and she pointed at a shelf nearby. "What's that?" she asked.
"Leeks," I said.
"Oh. They look like they'd be fun to wave in the air," she replied.
I nearly fell over laughing. Not at the image of my daughter waving a leek in the air but because, like a true Welshman, the first time she sees a leek, she wants to wave it in the air. The instincts run deep.
Jones is a Welsh name. Clearly she is a real Jones.