I brought out soap to make bubbles for a hyper, and perennially filthy boy (why didn't I think of this before?) and watching him chasing after the bubbles and just marveled by them is one of the sweetest, most innocent things I've ever seen (which seconds his playing with his wee wee and giggling at it, but that's pg).
I also love the way he looks at me, amazed, while the bubbles form. I like to imagine that in his baby mind he is thinking, "wow! Momma is not only awesome, she also makes bubbles!"
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