A couple days ago, I watched my son sit in his little chair beside a lamp and table. A magazine laid across his lap upside down. He turned the pages. I had entered the room quietly. He hadn't noticed me.
I found my camera and began to film his slow page turning. I watched the digital screen and smiled at the small image of my son. I looked away from the screen and directly at his figure, babylike, but sitting like a small adult.
He placed the book on the floor. Stood on it. He took a few steps and noticed his chest, touched it and began to spin in slow circles.
He looked up at me. He was being watched. It was perhaps the first spell that I broke for my son.