The Boy had barely finished his chocolate Weetabix this morning when he began asking to take his new toy out into the garden, so he could make some megabubbles. I said that we all needed to be dressed first – which I think was reasonable, if only to spare the neighbours’ blushes – and I don’t believe I’ve ever seen him throw himself into his clothes so fast. Would that we always had this level of incentive available.
Even though this isn’t the biggest bubble B managed to create – the photos of that one needed landscape cropping – it gives a fair idea of how effective the wand is, once you’ve nailed the technique of using it. I say “you”, but if I’m ever going to get to try it (which, frankly, I’m itching to do), it’ll have to be when the Boy isn’t around; today my role was purely to record the results of his efforts. “Did you get that?” he’d say, or “That one – quick! Over there! Before it bursts!”, and I had to promise that when I’d processed my photos I’d send them to Mummy, so she could show them to him.
It was lovely to see him so excited and engaged – and if we could devise an equation setting play value against cost, I suspect this bubble wand would prove to be one of the best things we’ve ever given him. Certainly it was worth every penny of the £4 R spent on it in the park yesterday.
R: L2, C8, D1.
