This morning at the breakfast table, The Rooster was inventing games to play with her sliced strawberries and buttered toast.
Normally, this would irritate me as it flies in the face of the timeline we employ to execute the House of Joy's morning routine with signature efficiency.
But today, feeling a fondness for the whole essence of my daughter, I relaxed.
"I love you, my sweet Roo," I said.
She glanced over at me, grinned and said,
"Nanny nanny boo boo. You-oo can't catch me."
"I don't need to catch you," I said. "I can love you from over here."
She gave me a blank stare.
"I can love you from the living room or the kitchen."
Still she stared at me.
"I can love you when I'm at work or away on a trip."
"I love you from right here," I said patting my heart.
She stared at me for a few more seconds.
"Nanny nanny boo boo, " she said. "You can't catch me."
The little minx.