At the community pool, a girl was having her birthday party. There was an automatic bubble machine and a lot of soap bubbles in the air, drifting into the pool, where I was swimming with Olivia.
We were playing chase and I was, as usual, "It." She swam to the wall and stopped.
"Mama, did you see the bubbles by me?" she asked with glee.
Looking into the sky and all the glycerine bubbles, I nodded, "Yes, and they're so pretty!"
Apparently, we were not on the same page. "Ha ha ha ha! I farted!" she exclaimed, and swam off.