Strange, how we are creatures of infinity, yet too many choices can paralyze us.

'We can do anything you want,' I tell Ian, his huge 3-year-old eyes looking up at me, at once both blank and full of life. He stares.

'We can read a book, or we can play lifeguard,' I say.

He throws his hands to his head and stomps his feet. 'Eeee!' he screeches. 'Bof! Lifeguard!'

It's all too much for him. Little Ian, 3 years old. I also can't handle unnamed alternatives. Who can? There are infinity of them!

'We shall love each other here, if ever at all.'