I often look at his eyes and wonder, "What does he see?" Does he see the world differently? I imagine that he must. There is such innocence in him. He just does not know how crazy this world is. I look at his eyes and sometimes feel that there is an old soul in there. It almost seems as if he knows something that we do not. Through his eyes I see the world differently. I take more time to look at the beauty around me. That is what he is doing soaking in everything and looking at everything, and I just wonder, "What does he see?"