The other day, during a fun afternoon outside, I pulled out the bubbles for my daughter. I had visions of her laughing and chasing bubbles, trying to pick them up or eat them. Apparently, that happened last time my husband got out the bubbles. What happened this time, though? She liked the bubble wand. She wanted to put the wand in the bottle. She wanted to take the wand out of the bottle. Put the wand in the bottle, take it out. I’ve been pondering finger painting with her, but finger paint seems much easier to get out of the container than to get back in it.