Over the weekend I had an Upper West Side version of a Labor Day BBQ–that is, we went to Dinosaur in Harlem and ordered it to go. Back at my parents’ apartment, after scarfing down more meat and coleslaw than I care to remember, my almost-2-year-old daughter took a bite of watermelon, looked up at us, and declared: “I happy!”
I have no idea if she actually understands emotions or how to verbalize them, though I’d like to think that in that moment, sated, messy, and surrounded by family, she expressed her first one and kinda knew what it meant.
So, I’d like to call that moment a #dailykvell.
And I’ll put it on Twitter.
And I’ll ask y’all to join me and do the same.
(And for those not-so-great moments, we have #dailykvetch, of course!)