Our luxury

Lily, breakfast time.
She started to paint butter on to a piece of bread.
One, two, three....
Five minutes later, she said: this is real art.

Then she started to paint blackberry jam.
Five minutes later, she said: what a pretty bread.
Then she took a bite, dropped it and said: I need a break.
So she went to lie down on my yoga pat and started to simulate my yoga pose.
I almost broke into laugh but I kept it apoker face said: it is not the right time to do gymnastics.
She questioned; "you call this gymnastics?"

3mins later, she opened the piano. Lily! Your hands are not cleaned, show some respect to your piano. A piano has a soul.
A soul? What about if I fart to it?
Then she paused for three seconds and said: I just fart to it, the soul is gone.

It is so nice to have holidays, we just enjoy the luxury of wasting time together.