Are you happy?
My daughter Cora's response to this question is an opened mouth smile that looks like she is trying to swallow an egg whole. She is a happy child. Even her mothers obsession with polite manners and holding hands in public does not dampen her good moods.
The baby Nyobi had a new treat for me this morning. She screamed bloody murder for a minute or two before I figured out that she needed a clean diaper. As I wiped the last of the poop off of her butt, I looked at her tear streaked face. "Thats better isn't it?" I asked.
As if in response, her tiny face creased into a beautiful goofy baby smile. Enchanted I yelped with delight and bent over to kiss the little happy creature. "Oh you're so cute." I said. I called Cora over to me, and we both grinned down at the little happy creature. Nyobi gooed back at us.
She smiled again. Then made a whoopee cushion like noise.
Next time a new diaper is going on before I get caught up in cuteness.