I turn my back and he screams.
I turn back and he smiles.
I attempt to put a spell on him and he gently pushes my hand away.
The battle has been epic, long... I'm weary.
Finally, he rests.
Exhausted I lie down and turn the light off.
He laughs.
He laughs for the first time in his life.
Three months old and already a trickster.
