Happiness is found at the bottom of a plate of wanton noodles

Breakfast with the family, sharing 2 plates of wanton noodles. I can barely finish mine, but both the lady and the boy can barely get enough.



There are 2 cups of ice-teh-si, which happens to be the right drink for the scorching morning.



Lots to think about over the weekend,

but I like how this is starting.