A few days ago, Will found a bubble accessory hidden in the depths of the outside toy container. And despite the fact that the toy no longer works, we felt the need to move it to our new house. Because ridding the outside toy container of all the junk BEFORE moving just didn't occur to us.
In any event, the discovery of the broken bubble toy resulted in Will asking me if we could get bubbles. He asked. And asked. And asked.
Today wasn't exactly a bubble kind of day. It's chilly again (50 degrees) and windy. But I needed to go to Target with both kids and bubbles seemed an easy way to bribe Will to behave in the store.
Enter, the $10 bubble machine.
I was pretty excited to see Amelia's reaction to experiencing bubbles for the first time.
Except, she didn't really have a reaction.
I suppose standing around eating a graham cracker is far more interesting.
Will loves bubbles.
I know there will be plenty of bubble-and-sidewalk-chalk afternoons in our immediate future. Hopefully Amelia will put her cracker down long enough to participate.