Cute Boy

I still have a bunch of pics to put up from Iowa from the visit to my grandmother's, but in the meantime here's a cute one from this Sunday. He's turned into a very alert kid -- which means he smiles more and laughs a lot . . . and that he cries more.

Emotions are good and all, but must the bad ones come with the good? What I need is some great Victorian era parenting book on how to teach children they are only ever allowed to show nice emotions in public. All hail suppression!