I was working on the computer late this evening when Clara sweetly brought me a glass of water and then pulled a chair up along side mine. She patiently asked questions about what I was working on for a while, and then noticing that I had drank my water she offered to refill it for me.

“Would you like me to get you some more water?” She asked. “Your glass is already half full.”

“Oh, Clara,” I said, turning to face her. “You are an optimist!”

She furrowed her eyebrows, “What is an optimist?”

I picked up my glass and handed it to her, “Well, right now it is a sweet little girl that can get me some more water.”

She excitedly rushed out of the room and I listened as she stomped up the stairs towards the kitchen. Then I heard a stumbling sound and a quiet crash.

“Clara!” I yelled. “Are you alright? What happened?”

“I’m fine, Daddy.” she called back. “But your glass isn’t half full anymore.”

I sighed at this inevitable conclusion.

Then she called down, “It’s okay though. I can just pick the ice up and put it back in the glass before I refill it!”

“Good.” I thought. “Still an optimist after all.”