Breakfast

It’s the early morning; Hannah is wide awake, and in the cold morning, she patiently awaits her breakfast by playing with Nounou.

I have to admit I’m always impressed by how gentle she is with that kitten. She’s not a brute by any means, but she’s still a very young kid; yet when she picks the cat up, it’s clear he thinks safe.

And I love that she will systematically ignore all of her many toys to play with her little friend instead.

This is what Hugo and I comment on while we get our lazy brunch ready.