Easter demands bubbles. I always remember getting a small plastic bottle of bubbles, that would undoubtedly end up knocked over somewhere in the yard before the last hard boiled egg was found, but that wasn't the point. Easter = Bubbles. And Yuula got a lot. But bubbles are weird now. They're kind of oily, a mixture of soap and dog drool, and the wands are so extravagant that it takes a bachelor's degree in bubble manipulation just to get them going. Luckily Yuula likes to chase after whatever comes out so she still had a good time but we got a lot of work to do as parents before we figure out this bubble thing. It's vexing.
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