Bubbly

Yesterday’s corner time: 5 Minutes.

Yesterday morning, I filled Becca’s drinking cup with bubble liquid.

She drank the entire contents before being violently sick and then continued to burp bubbles for the remainder of the day.

Through trial and error, I discovered that I could control both the size and the frequency of the bubbles by applying differing degrees of pressure to her abdomen.

Experiments to make them emerge from her ears failed. As soon as I held both her mouth and nose shut, she objected so strongly that it drew Mum’s attention.

Once I was let back out of the corner, I was allowed to help Mum open the post.

Unfortunately, one of the letters contained a restraining order from Emily’s lawyers.

This was a disappointing development. Perhaps, it had been terror after all that I had seen in her eyes. I really need to learn to differentiate as it’s having a dramatic impact on my love life.

However, I’m ever the eternal optimist and believe that true love can conquer all, although it may well draw the line at legal action and a short spell in prison.

Looks like Dad may have a point about finesse.

Matthew.

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