Happiness is staying up till 1.30am, taking apart your kid’s toy bubble gun to check out why its not blowing bubbles any more
… happiness is spending two hours figuring out why it is not working
… happiness is being able to figure out where each of the gazzillion components go finally
… happiness is knowing that in the morning when he comes to visit, he’ll probably be bored with the toy in a few moments, but even in those few moments he’ll probably be squealing with joy and spraying everyone with bubbles
… happiness is knowing that you could probably junk it and buy a new bubble gun in the morning
… happiness is wanting to fix this one anyway.