tiny bubbles

I have spent a fair amount of time thinking about the benefits of time travel; nothing unhealthy, I'm not drafting plans to build my own machine in some secret bunker underneath my apartment but I won't lie, it's crossed my mind.  Mostly when I'm reminded that I fractured my cheekbone falling out of a hot tub or when I think about all of the years I spent thinking that pickles were a vegetable all their own and grew underground, similar to a potato. 

Other times I'd like to relive lifes more precious, not so embarrassing, moments like when St. Nick brought Rinn his first bottle of bubble bath and I got this face. I hope he's this excited when someday he gets underwear in his stocking, just like his dad.