Just this morning, mom and I were walking through the living room discussing grocery lists for our Christmas celebration. As I pointed out that William was quietly gazing at the Nativity scene, mom commented that she used to spend hours doing the same thing when she was little. When I bent down to kiss the little man , I noticed something different, and told mom I didn't think she used to gaze at it the same way William does now. After a closer examination, she agreed. What do you think?