What a great kid. He’s all smiles, all the time. That was also true of her, his big sister, I recall as much. He’s the big more cheeky of the pair of them, but he somehow always charmes his way past the cheekiness, just as we’re about to raise our voices. The expressions in his eyes are so varied, that’s of great comfort to me; as he hasn’t any language to mention (so to speak), that’s the indicator of mental activity. One can see he concerns himself with whatever strikes his imagination. I can’t see there’s anything wrong about him, in contrast everything feels right: his place in this house, in this life, in our hearts. I love him so much, and I feel incredibly priviliged to have him here with us.