So, at the fabulous restaurant we went to, all small children get to sort through a "treasure chest" on their way out and pick a prize (brilliant). Vivi, being an eagle-eye, spotted a bottle of bubbles and latched on to it with a kung-fu grip. She had to be dissuaded from blowing bubbles in the car on the way home, and once she realized that wasn't going to happen, she spent the entire drive telling us that she was "really good at blowing bubbles," and giving a step-by-step tutorial on how to do so, as we were (clearly) not the experienced bubble blowers she was.
The next morning, she couldn't even bother to get dressed before rushing out to the deck to blow bubbles.
"Mom! Aunt Becky! Come on out here! I'm really good at this!"
Mom and Aunt Becky were aware that it was late September in Minnesota and therefore bloody freezing, and were hovering in the doorway. Unacceptable. We were quickly ushered out on to the deck to witness some awesome bubble blowing.
But you know who had an even better time with the bubbles than Vivi?
That's right. Sugar. She was FASCINATED.
She would wait, oh so patiently for Vivi to blow a swarm of bubbles and then....
...she would chase them down and catch them. It was awesome. The two of them would have done this all day.
We'll have to see what Christmas brings. According to Pinterest, if you blow bubbles outside and it is lower than 32 degrees, they will freeze in mid-air. Imagine the fun those two would have with that!