The Boy wakes up just when K and L both fall asleep in the afternoon for a nap. He’s cranky, fussy, and high maintenance. What to do? Take him down to our swing/hammock area and blow bubbles. And when everyone wakes back up, what else are we doing to do but show them our tricks: I create the bubbles; he chases them down and destroys them.

It’s another one of those moments when I marvel at the simplicity of what it takes to entertain a three-year-old. He can do the same thing over and over continuously, like most all kids his age. “I’m bored” has become an occasional refrain we hear from the Girl; never do we hear it from the Boy, unless he’s just copying her. The Boy can simply do the same thing over and over and over and over once he’s decided it’s entertaining, and what he finds entertaining can be the most simplistic action. Look at what it takes to entertain adults: vast stadiums with grown men (almost always men) being paid multi-million dollar contracts to play a sport so everyone else can vicariously participate, when all they need, all they really need, is a bottle of bubbles.