“There’s something magical about Mason,” said Lita (my sister-in-law) last night.

“He makes me want to have a child just like him,” smiled William (my nephew) as we waved goodbye in the afternoon.

Likewise, Celing (William’s grandma) waved him off with smiles and a certain wistfulness – she was still swooning because the two-year-old had taken a shine to her and had sought her out for cuddles.

“I could take him home with me,” said Henry (my brother) yesterday morning before we went to the play-park at Wynnum seafront.

“Aren’t you coming too?” Mason, strapped into the baby seat, searched my face for a positive reaction and may have found a tear.

Everyone loves the little boy who shoos away the ibis birds, pats big dogs, plays with the whales and dances to Beethoven…