Smiler

My little boy has a lovely smile.

Me: I can't stop telling people how nice it is to see him smile.
W: Well it is rather lovely.
Me: But when I tell them, most people always say 'Are you sure it's not wind?'
W: Sometimes it is.
Me: I suppose.
W: You can see it in his eyes when he's happy.
Me: Yeah (smiles). And sometimes he's copying me.
W: Sometimes he seems to smile as an acknowledgement.
Me: That brief half smile he does?
W: Yes, my Mum said it reminded her of Grandad.
Me: My Mum used to call me 'smiler'.
W: That's lovely.
Me: I like the fact that when he smiles, it makes you forget all the trials and tribulations of whatever's gone before.
W: Certainly preferable to screaming.
Me: I think we both agree on that one.