He’ll stare at it. He’ll look at it for a moment, look at me, turn to look back at that morsel on the table. That bit of cheese left on the counter just out of reach…stare….stare…. It’s a look of conviction, an unshakeable belief that willpower can and will make his deepest desire come true. The truth is, he usually gets the cheese, not by willpower, but because I step in and give it to him. I mean, really, who could resist that stare?