How can I call myself a good parent when it took me three and a half years to introduce Drew to the concept of a bubble bath? It's not that I had any health or educational or other parental excuse for not giving the kid his bubbles. It's that it never even crossed my mind. I must hang my head in shame.
The bubble bath is, of course, a huge hit. He stayed in that tub for a good half hour, doing the usual moving bubbles, hording bubbles, and painting himself with bubbles that is standard for bubble baths. But he added something to the repertoire that never ceased to make me giggle. He kept trying to sit on his bubbles and would spring back up out of the tub, squealing with glee that he had gotten bubbles on his butt.
*OK, so it's not one of the promised posts from way back at the beginning of the month. At least I posted something, though.
Monday, February 23, 2009
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I just saw this on IO9 and was reminded of our Shakespeare trips -although I'm these ones would have been waaaay cooler: http://io9.com/5159954/a-map-of-the-galaxys-most+traveled-portal-stations
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