I was in the kitchen surveying the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink. June was up from her nap a little earlier than I had hoped. I was swaying back and forth as I looked around.
And she started giggling. Sputtering and squeaking. Giggling.
Then I realized she was giggling at her reflection in the tea kettle. So I intentionally swooped her to and fro dramatically.
She loved it. Such a sweet girl.