Last week I took my youngest girl out for a quaint father-and-daughter squash match in the evening. I started out easy on her, thinking that it would not be very nice as a father trying to prove how great I was.

However, by the end of the forty-five minutes she had completely whipped me: 3-1.

She's only fourteen years old, can you believe that?! I guess the fact that she is playing top level field-hockey here in The Netherlands, can hit a golf ball one hundred and fifty yards with a smooth fade, and aces me on occasion at the tennis court, improves her athletic abilities and eye-hand coordination.

Although I might have lost to someone thirty-four years my junior, I feel pleased to have been able to raise her to the stage where in certain regards she is already starting to pass me by.

Is that my little girl?