When he gets home with his father at the end of his day, the toddler wanders in, regards me briefly, strips off most of his clothing, and then toddles over to the bookshelf by the window in our living room, points, demands “buhbubs,” and then sits down. He intends to behold the wonder of bubbles, so basically “get your ass over here, mom.”
My mother-in-law had sent home the world’s most perfect bubbles – a bottle of sturdy, unpoppable bubbles from Gymboree. Unfortunately – devastatingly – we ran out recently, and the only Gymboree I know of is a forty minute drive away … so that was the end of that. And then, like magic, at just the right time, Alanna posted her recipe for homemade bubble mixture.
And we were saved.
These bubbles work perfectly – just as good as the Gymboree bubbles – and I already had everything I needed to make them. Crisis averted. Wonders beheld. Day saved.
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