Batul, bless her sweet soul, is a harbinger of peculiar muscle spasms.
The Zygomaticus Major muscle in particular.
Much like the botulinum toxin, her effect compels this muscle group to contract involuntarily forcing facial features to take on an outlook of what can be described as being happy.
Bubbly, bouncy and of course, beautiful, the ‘B’ words that make her and her name. I do NOT say these lightly or with bias being her father. I am not know to be frivolous with my words and most would count me as being very serious and just in my judgements ().
I may have missed ‘brainy’ but from one brainy to another, one may understand the omission.
Kind, karing and klever. Remember. I’m her father. Kool. I kood go on and on but the taste of the pudding is in the tasting. One merely needs to meet Batul to understand how I’m her father.
