bubbles

Friday afternoon, the sun was shining and one of Rowdy's friends had been given some bubbles in a party bag at school.

The two boys took it in turns to be the 'bubble blower' and the 'bubble catcher'. They played for about an hour until all the bubble mix had gone.  There were no cross words, many squeals of delight and much romping, stomping and climbing in pursuit of the ones that were getting away.

There are few things that children love more than bubbles. 

I remember when Frog was just learning to talk shouting to me in M&S "look mummy bubbles, green bubbles!".  They were grapes.  It still makes me smile. 

I love bubbles too.