When opening the presents - ripping the paper - it was done with her right hand, but when playing with the toys, doing delicate things, she used her left hand. She sucks her left thumb, draws and paints left-handed, and puts on her shoes and clothes the left-handed way, yet she can use both hands.
She takes after me. If something needs a bit of grunt it is with my right hand, but if finesse is needed then it is over to my left hand.
I had always considered myself to be left handed because my first instinct is to use it for most things. I drink with my left hand, open bottles and jars, write, kick a ball, catch and throw (I can do that with either hand), tie my laces, etc. and I wondered if Lyra would be the same, so I went looking.
It turns out that we are not left-handed. We are what is known as cross-dominant - we use different hands for different thigs - and that makes me and Lyra two of the rarest people you will ever meet, about 1% of any population.
But calm down; you do not need to go down on one knee or take a bow when you meet us. We might be special, but we are quite normal.
I’m boringly right-handed 
