A small, blond boy, perhaps three years old, raced into the room.

She didn't know that blond boy with blue eyes so very much like her own.

The blond boy had been trying to grow a beard.

The blond boy gets in line, still holding his cup.

She twisted her neck to look into the blond boy's eyes.

The blond boy seemed to be the best of all.

He gestured, and the blond boy was brought to him.

Of all the children he had at his disposal, the blond boy would be the least likely to tell him anything.

But he was even more surprised to see her holding the hand of the blond boy.

What a beautiful blond boy he was, just like Ashley!