PARENTING, TRAVEL, AND LITTLE JOYS
It's a Magic Bubble kind of Christmas.
Tonight Max asked if we could watch Magic Bubble. I searched on YouTube and told him there wasn't anything called Magic Bubble. He begged. "Please, Magic Bubble." "Please, Magic Bubble for Christmas." I told him it didn't exist.
"I will ask so nicely. Pleeease Magic Bubble. Please can I listen to Magic Bubble." I googled. I searched the bookshelf just in case. Magic Bubble, I told him, doesn't exist. He wept.
Addam came home and I told him the saga of Magic Bubble. He told me that's Max's name for Michael Bublé.
And now that Max doesn't think the king of easy listening Christmas is dead, we're back to a merry night.
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"Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes." Said Thoreau. But he hung out in the woods and jail.