These are inventions of corporate entities of my kids when their years still number in the single digits.
First, GTC. Being a boy, J knew about jobs, especially those with uniforms: the police, the pilot, then postmen. He was curious what I did and I explained that I solve problems. Business problems of my corporate clients. Having two uncles who are medical doctors, he got it when I explained it's like I heal... Not people, but companies. The process though is not dissimilar: diagnosis, options, prescription. He liked that. A lot. And promptly declared he would do the same in future. So, I asked him which firm he would work for and he promptly said he would set up his own. The aptly named Good Thinking Company, or GTC in short. I was reminded of this when his sister asked him to review an essay of hers, and there he was, earnestly and may I add intensely, giving good well-thought through advice.
Second, PLT stands for Pretty Little Things. M made me a name card many years ago when she appointed me her salesperson to this boutique of hers that would feature her carefully designed as well as curated articles of beauty. From a young age, she showed a keen eye for things that go well together. While a fan of fashion shows like Project Runway, she was not a blind follower. Hers was an edgier, less mainstream, but trend setting all the same. Here, rather than inheriting dad's attitude (of nonchalance about what to wear, where my colour and pattern combos on weekend shopping trips would embarrass her), she had nicely picked up her sense of style from her mum, who is the original bohemian hipster and I should add it was this style of D's that first caught my eye more than a quarter century ago in the canteen of the Science faculty.
So, there you go: two enterprising kids.
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