We can’t keep this boy away from the kitchen sink. He is forever pushing chairs over and saying, “bubbles? bubbles?” He breaks the occasional dish when we’re not looking. Tonight I put “bubbles” in the sink for him while I was preparing supper.
I guess he got bored with washing dishes and decided to wash his head. Or at least to wear some bubbles on it. Then he disappeared for a while. I thought he was done, but the next time I looked he was back with a mitten swishing that around in his beloved bubbles.