Ambi what?

You, my boy, are ambidextrous. You refuse to choose a primary side and seem to switch back and forth at will. Your grandmothers (and great-grandmothers) have been laying bets since birth, but I think you will continue to refuse to be pigeon holed. You're just like that. So you paint, write, eat, and even throw with either hand with no real discernible difference. We shall see if you ever choose a side.

Here is a gratuitous shot of us... just cuz I love it when you make this face.