Mornings

I'm a fan of quiet in the morning. I love to curl up with a coffee and a book for the first hour and just enjoy silence. However in the world of M there is no such thing as silence unless it's nap time and even then he mutters. This morning he decided to play with his corn popper. This toy has been sitting in his room for months and he has shown minimal interest in it. This morning he chose to run around the house pushing it in front of him so it popped nice and loud. To accompany the popping he found it necessary to yell Whoo Whoo as loud as he could with the energy only a toddler can muster. So much for quiet but is there anything better than a happy toddler in the morning? I can't think of anything more joyful than when he's happy.