We got a bubble machine this weekend and it is magic. I may have been more excited about it than Abby. We took it to the park Friday evening for a mini picnic, and by picnic i mean a baguette and apple stuffed into my purse on the way out the door. We put it to use again yesterday evening. We aimed it out the window while my mom was over and flooded our street with bubbles. Love.
M and my mom love to have lively conversations about topics that bum me out – politics, unemployment, the misfortunes of others. Durring one particularly animated conversation in the car, Abby leaned over to me and said “Mama, let’s talk about bunnies.”
That girl knows all the right things to say.