Happiness is . . . . French toast!

Yesterday morning, as has been the case the last few mornings (although not this morning, thank goodness), Gian was up with me. It was a reasonable hour, 7 am. And did not involve the antics of the previous morning which included him sliding his belly over my head well before 7 am and merrily saying, "Weeeeeee!" I decided to put all those bread heels to good use and make some french toast. The kids love it. No matter the time of day we go to Wishbone, we order french toast for them. It is a treat because, until yesterday, I'd never made it for them. Let me tell you, it was worth it.

Gian has what we affectionately call "The Happy Dance". It is usually performed after he has eaten something quite tasty or has been offered something tasty. After he started eating his french toast, suffice it to say, it was deemed an occasion for The Happy Dance. The Dance consists of the rapid tapping of not so tiny feet (the boy's shoe size is that of a 2 year old - or in the case of a little friend of ours - a 3 year old). And, now, to it has been added a verbal feature: Hap-py! Hap-py!

And when your day is off to that good of a start, I guess you just continue the good times with activities like this one: