Sometimes life can get complex, busy, and overly serious. What to do? Bubbles. And if that fails, try flying an airplane. It seems to work well for this three-almost-four year old. I think he may have it figured out after all.
His Sassy got him hooked onto bubbles. If I were being honest I would report to you that he is a full-fledged bubble attic. Can you blame him? Who doesn’t like bubbles on a Saturday morning in PJ’s?
Mr. Robinson bought R his first football last night. Fitting. Raynes asked for a ball recently at a high school football game and I was thrown off when I didn’t have one. At the game or elsewhere. No longer, the boy has an FSU football and I’m pretty sure I heard Mr. Robinson coaching him on how to throw it during what was suppose to be bedtime last night. And so it goes.
On that note– it’s time to sign off and start the weekend.