Faces

He must have been practicing for hours without my knowledge to coordinate his facial muscles just right.

His left brow arched upward while his right one scrunched downward, giving him a quizzical expression.

"That's my fed up face."

Where he got that term, or that face, is beyond me. But it has become the new game.

He tests all his facial muscles, studying the results sometimes in the mirror. Then he gives me the look, waiting to see how I will react. Each look seems to have its designated moment but it never ceases to surprise me.

I suspect I may have a budding actor on my hands.