She looked at me with a combination of expectancy and wide-open child’s delight.

“So. Should we do crafts?” Her shoulders shrugged and hands were up in the air in question. “…Or paint? Or blow bubbles?”

The Big Three had been listed. These weren’t any activities she was presenting to her very weary, still-in-recovery mom; they were were Big Three. The Best Three. The Only Three Activities that could possible appeal to an active 3 year old on a sunny afternoon.

My Big Three were sleep, lay around contemplating sleep, and maybe a bit o’ television.

I’m beginning to think that Liv and I have different goals for our days. ; )