I'd like to dedicate this blog post to bubbles: those beautiful prismatic glassy orbs which elicit a myriad of dramatic facial expressions, quell the post dinner "I-can't-ride-my-scooter-anymore-today" tantrums of our darling two-year old, and provide an activity both boys enjoy doing together.
Bubbles are what we turn to as we taste the first evenings that have
shirked the touch of winter's chill. They are fascinating to both boys
evoking shrieks of excitement, day or night, when that brightly colored
bottle emerges from the kitchen cupboard.
I simply adore the magical effect bubbles have on my children.
Oh dear Bubbles, you are beautiful.
