Mother reading. And not to the toddler, just a regular, grown-up newspaper. Or a book. You know, the one without pictures? From that big pile on your nightstand that is inexplicably growing taller with each visit to the the bookstore? With the toddler in the same room and she is not worried he wreck havoc in said room. Isn’t that a total dream? Also, coming back from work and not having to immediately serve food or clean up, but instead have a quiet, snugly moment. Yep, totally possible.
Just like that: