Sick kid changed our vacation plans.
Since games were out of the question (and I was looking forward to using the Ouija board to conjure up some spirits and stuff), we hoofed it to the local luxury mall for new shoes, lunch, and the obligatory escalator ride.
Then we came home to blow bubbles on the balcony.
This advice was relayed to me by Erma, as she blew bubbles “accidentally” in my face.
Hereafter, blowing bubbles became Erma and Papa’s special time together while I engaged in other activities, such as reorganizing our suitcase, taking naps, and being drawsome.