My mom bought this great bubble blower (maybe because she is too lazy to blow them herself, I don't know for sure) but anyway, she really likes to use the bubble blower and doesn't really like me to have it. I think MAYBE it might be that when I get my hands on the bubbles I make a bit of a mess. Mom doesn't really like me to get bubbles on my hands, because then I touch the dirt and dirt sticks and then I touch my mouth and get dirt in there too. Hello mom...I'm a boy!!! Anyway...I really like the bubble blower so I take it from mom and act like I am just going to hold it and play nice....
but then I run away...
I try so hard to get away so I can play how I want to...but mom always catches up. Dang these short little legs. Prepare yourself mom...I'll get fast one of these days!
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