While looking through old pictures of myself I noticed one thing over and over again. My mouth. It was always open, like someone was catching me mid-sentence. This idea of self importance started floating through my head. What was I saying that was so important that I couldn't stop for 5 sec and smile. Or maybe I was singing? No I know I was chatting. I use to get notes sent home from school about my constant chattering. I was a good student but I just would not stop talking. I started going through images of 2010 for printing and what did I notice? James's mouth is always open. Poor kid.