This morning, 8:30am. Scene: my car again.
Me: I don't have any of your cds in the car right now - would you like to hear the music I've been listening to?
Ian: Yes, I would.
I cue a cut from M.I.A. Kala.
Not this one, actually. The Mango Pickle song.
I glance into the back seat when we stop at the light. Ian's eyes are WIDE, and he is gripping the armrests of his carseat. He is smiling - it's the same face he made the first time he had solid food.