Monday, June 4, 2007
He was called Eyvind, and he cried when he was born.
But as soon as he could sit up on his mother's knee
he laughed; and when they lighted the candle at evening,
he laughed till the place rang again, but cried when he could not get to it.
"This boy will be something out of the common," said his mother.
FROM "Happy Boy" by the above...