Mar 11, 2012 The Look Today my son gave me the look. You know, the look that pierces through your soul, and makes you feel guilty for some crime you didn’t even commit. He stared me down, waiting for me to break. I could see a smile trying to make its way out of the corner of his mouth, but he held strong. He just looked at me until I had to blink, and crack a smile, and pick him up. He shrieked in celebration of his victory over his father.