He is grinning.

He is grinning directly at us.

His mouth is open because he is singing.

He is the reason I am laughing.

Brian had leaned in to say the thing about the paddling pool, and I had turned my head up to answer him, and the thing we were both looking at while that photograph was taken was Kevin, coming out of a door with a cake and sparklers and a face like a man at a fairground.

I looked at the screen in my mother’s hand for a while.