This morning, I thought we would mall-walk, but I decided against taking him out in the 300 mph winds (our neighbor's fence blew over this morning!). So, we did the next best thing--- blew bubbles in the sink, of course!
I don't know why I think these activities are a good idea. I am way too neurotic to handle soapy bubbles all over my kitchen.
Can you tell his pants started to get wet by this point? I put a dishtowel over him...
But then I added to the trouble by blowing bubbles at him.
What a good example I am.
As he fished in the sink for more bubbles
the mess got out of control!!
He was a happy, wet, little dude, and I had to completely change his clothes and wipe down the kitchen after this brilliant idea.
Only 7 more hours until daddy's home........
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