Meatball's Morning Bubbles

Just before 7am this morning, my disheveled-haired child wandered over to my desk, where, unfortunately, I was already working.

"Good morning", she mumbled, with an entire fist already digging into her tiny, delicate eye. She gave me a giant kiss and a hug and wandered off to the balcony, as is her morning routine. Usually, she brings a book and "reads" to herself until breakfast. This morning, she decided to blow bubbles for the cat.

I peeked my head around the corner.

"Are you blowing bubbles for Meatie?" I asked.

"He likes it," she answered matter-of-factly, and dipped the wand back into the bubble bottle. The cat stared at her in fascination. (If you click on the photo above, you can see him to the left, staring at the bubbles with a kitty version of an "ooooh" expression.)

What a fantastic world she lives in. :)