Smiler

A week ago today, Fiona looked me in the eye and smiled. Twice.

I immediately ran for the camera, at which point she screwed her face up, turned bright red, and wailed.

She has since smiled at her grandparents, her father, her brother, and at least one friend. I’ve been trying to capture a smile on diode for seven days now, and I give up. She’ll smile for the camera when she wants to, but let it be known:

She can do more than cry. She just chooses not to.