“Did you notice the look on your niece’s face yesterday?”

“When.”

“When you had her little boy on your lap.”

“Oh, you mean when I was reading the book to him?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you talking about when he started pointing out the pictures correctly?”

“Yeah.  Did you notice her face then?”

“I did.  It was like she was so excited and enthused about her little man.”

“Did you notice how she kept hanging around, soaking it all up?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Her face shone, didn’t it.”

“I saw that, yes.”

“Mine does too, because I’m right there, when I see you doing something for the first time, and, you don’t know how it will turn out.  And even if you think it doesn’t turn out, my face still shines with pleasure and pride in you.”

“Really.”

“Yes.  I’m just as interested in you as she was in her son.  Even more so.”

“Oh.”