Simon was one year old, playing in the dining room. He picked up a pink block from the pile beside his knee. Carefully, he positioned a blue brick alongside. He reached across for more pink bricks and slid them against the blue.
His mother, halfway through folding napkins into bishops' mitres, stopped in astonishment.
One blue, one pink.
One blue, two pinks.
One blue, three pinks.
From the disarray of nature, her baby son was enforcing regularity .... http://www.guardian.co.uk
