Unapparently but Mentally Sound

When I was a baby my mother used to worry that I was mentally deficient, since I would sit around with a mentally deficient look on my face as if the surrounding activity was just too much for me to absorb sufficiently.

When she recently saw this collage of photos from N’s recent shindig with friends, she was reminded of this, but with hindsight’s reassurance that I had turned out rather brilliant and therefore so would N.

(Click on the photo to enlarge it.)