I remember when I was your usual hard boiled cynic with a single eyebrow raised in incredulity for everything (with the exception of WW1 veterans). Since I had ds (a year ago) I find myself welling up at the slightest thing. It's frankly one short step before I'm weeping with joy at the fact that "Josh, Dad's found your scooter" and then all will be lost. How long before I remain unmoved by sentimental rubbish again?