Lillia loves bubbles. Washing her hands tends to be a five-minute ordeal because she insists on playing with the bubbles that remain in the sink once we've turned the water off. EVERY TIME.

That love has become Shakespearean, apparently, as evidenced by a scene that played out in her bubble bath a few nights ago:

   Lillia: Mommy, where did all the bubbles go?

   Mommy: They are going away honey. They don't stay forever.

  Lillia, scooping up a handful of the few bubbles left in the tub and holding them in her outstretched hand: Goodbye, bubbles!

Then she kissed them gently and hugged them against her chest, eyes closed.

And...scene!

I'm pretty sure this kid is going to make me millions.