From the cradle to the pushchair my boy has studied the world with his blue eyes. Clear as a summer sky and deep as the seven oceans.
Considering everything before him, his mind is constantly whirling with activity. Notes are taken and filed away for later review. New connections are made, every day, highlighted and stored away.
After considering all the possible variables of the world before him, his lips stretch thin and split to reveal new adult teeth, slightly too large for his mouth. Despite everything he has seen, his smile is not flashy or cynical, but thoughtfully happy.