Personal Bubble

The other night, Ella was grazing off of my plate. (Mommy's food is always better, didn't you know?).She was playing on the floor and I was enjoying a late supper on the couch.  It just so happened we were having corn on the cob. Normally, she receives it in a pile of kernals on her plate, which is what she received a half an hour prior. Evidently, she thought it looked more fun to eat it from the cob! There I was, mid-bite, and the little squirt latched on to the other side of my cob! We were literally nose-to-nose, staring into each others eyes laughing as we ate our corn. What a goofy girl! It has occurred to me that any personal bubble I thought I still had is looooooong gone.