Yesterday my mom took some pictures of Daniel sitting with me in the front yard. It's been awhile since the two of us have had a good one taken, so she snapped a stream of them. Not. One. Smile.
As you can see, it was pretty much a bust.
Later that evening, I took him to speech therapy. He has always had a penchant for pretty blondes. Even when he was a very small boy, he would blush and grin whenever he'd get close to certain people of the female persuasion. His SLP is a young, very attractive woman with long, blonde hair.
So, when she came into the room and talked sweetly to him, his face lit up. Suddenly, he couldn't stop smiling (forgive the mess his hair is, we had just come in from the rain).
In many ways, he's just a typical guy!