this afternoon, rick resurrected a bubble machine we’d bought 5+ years ago for our wicked/wizard of oz themed halloween party. the boys had a great time with it. later, toby told me his dad had bought the bubble machine as a gift for him and simon. i’m not sure why i felt compelled to burst his bubble, but i couldn’t resist telling him the truth. he continued to have a great time despite my honesty. (but can someone answer why i couldn’t manage even that little white lie?)
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