March 7, 2013 by themommahen
Better late than never, this little slice of life is from H#2’s birthday. In a tradition started by my parents, we give the siblings of the birthday celebrant something small to open. H#3 got a bubble gun. Of course, H#2 wanted to try it, which quickly resulted in H#3 screaming bloody murder, which resulted in the middle child quickly keeping the peace by surrendering. My favorite part though is near the end (around :32) when H#2 pops bubbles with a flourish a matador would be proud of.