Robert and Michael have these bubble guns. You screw in the bottle on the bottom, pull the trigger and... bubble nation.
This morning Robert was upset that his bottle ran out of bubbles.
"Honey, get the bubble machine so we can fill the bubbles," I say.
"No...."
"If you don't get it, we can't put bubbles in it."
I wanted him get it by himself. Mom doesn't always do EVERYTHING.
Robert, whining, "That's not fair."
What? Not fair?
This is the first time he has said this phrase.
Yay Robert!!!