Love and hate; the world of a child's smile.

It is quite lovely how little ones don't hold grudges. I may be not making the H man's lunch as quickly as he desires, but the moment the food laden spoon is being directed towards his mouth he is all smiles. Or the little H man will be at one moment protesting my changing of his diaper and furiously upset with me for not letting him kick his legs wildly - then with my tickling under his chin, he changes his frown to a smile and wraps his little arms around my neck as we head downstairs to play. The smile of a little one seems to shove away all shadows. Any frustration, tiredness and general unpleasantness cannot coexist in the world of a child's smile.