Letter to my son

Dear Son,

You are now only 2 weeks old, but I already have fears for the world you will live in.

This world is an endless race, everything is focused on getting ahead of the next person. Many other babies your age will start to have some sort of leg up given by their parents. Some peers of yours will start to go to infant school at 8 weeks. That's just 2 months into their life.

We still have not decided the best way to bring you up. I suspect a combination of research(reading), asking around and common sense will be the way forward. That means no ridiculous classes too early in life, no pressure to mold you into becoming something I want you to be. I will try to provide you the tools and the foundation, the rest is up to you. So please, show me this when you are 18 and I say no to you becoming an artist or vagabond or something.

We have started a modest savings fund to assist you, hopefully by the time you turn 18 or 21, you will find it useful, maybe for university or maybe for something else you wish to pursue.

Your dad, Gingerbreadman.

PS: Watch out for uncle cowboy caleb's daughter, she also has a (much larger) fund and she could be your boss one day.