He commando crawls tiled hallway
in search for something new
to stick in his mouth. Peers around
office door frame, grin creeping.
I’m blind; screen vision.
Bald head drops, lunges
over arms. Stops, looks up;
with eyes the size of calling out. A noise
swivels my head; wriggles
a smile to his toes.
pied hill prawns 
One of the sweetest father-and-son pictures I’ve ever seen. I just love everything you write.
❤
Thanks Kenia, It’s always great to have you swing by for a read. They don’t stay like this long so I was really trying to capture this stage of hunting around.