Here he is, ready to go.
We're off to the movies and he insists on wearing his Harry Potter glasses.
I don't have the heart or even the desire to say no, not when he looks that cute in them.
They're magic glasses, he says. They help him see the magic all around.
But I look at him, full of wide-eyed wonder and unflinching belief in endless possibility, and I think maybe they help others see the magic in him, too.