Peekaboo Fishy

Eliora and I play peekaboo
through the fishtank.

Bubbles float in front of her face.
Neon colored plastic plants wave
in and out of view.
We laugh.
She disappears,
Dodging to the right to peek
around the edge of the tank.
Then she's back,
face smooshed on the glass.

She toddles over to my end of the tank
and plants her nose on the glass.
Is the view better from here?
No.
"Its time to change sides."
She has told me in her oh-so-subtle
one year old way.

I go to the other end.
Peek, smile and laugh.
The game is like the bubbles:
Fleeting, luminous, perfect.