Bubble babes

Yesterday was meant to be a sprinkler day. I had the three dollar sprinkler attachment, I found the swimsuits, I had the sunscreen. I even had the popsicles and lemonade that would've rounded out the backyard experience. Here's what I did not have: brute force to get the previous attachment off our current garden hose.

Plan B: Granny shoots water at Fiona with the kindest setting on the sprayer, while Nora and I run errands at Target. Due to her teeth and all their spinoff miseries Nora was a bit under the weather anyhow, and the change of scenery might be therapeutic.

When we came back, we had a huge bubble wand from the $1 impulse aisle, and Granny and the girls made good use of it while I made dinner; or rather, while I tried to make dinner but kept getting distracted by the Norman Rockwell-esque images just outside my patio door.