“I want Cirque de Soleil,” Nora said.
She meant she wanted me to lay on my back and lift her by the hips with my feet. Then link arms at the elbows, her back against my back and her feet held in air while I walk around hunched over. Then catch her as she jumps off the bed. She’d been awake for forty-five seconds and wanted to launch into our circus act.
All I wanted to do was snuggle up next to her and have Ben bring me a cup of coffee. If we had to do anything, I’d vote for her getting dressed, brushing her teeth and getting in the car with a minimum of cajoling.
But, I’m a good sport, so we did airplanes for a few minutes before I lured her into the kitchen for a frozen whole grain waffle.
It’s a good life — the circus.