More Domestic Life.

Warm and fuzzy day. Not a day, just a moment. I sit in a steamy-warm bathroom while my daughter sings a song to a plastic monkey. And rubs bubbles on her face. She can strike a Calgon pose the short length of the tub, still. A couple of much, much, much-abused x-mas tree ornaments, rubber duckie, spitting dolphin and ladybug, a ball, some stackable blocks. She still has chocolate ice cream on her nose.

You tune out everything else.