Bubbles, Tiny Bubbles...

I know this photo was on yesterday's post, but I have to say that I hopped on my blog randomly throughout the day Monday just to look at it, and every time I did I wanted to jump in my car, drive home, and just squeeze the little man. 

Poor little dude with his wonky right eye, courtesy of a Severe Bubble Accident on Saturday, in which he was flinging bubble juice from the bubble wand my mom had just given him, and he flung a huge glob of it into his eye. 

IMMEDIATELY he started screaming bloody murder, and I ran in to grab a wet towel to wipe his face while mom carried him into the house. He would NOT let us near his eye for quite a while and finally let us rinse it out under the faucet, my poor baby. His eye was bloodshot, and even the skin around it was red, for the rest of the night, and even the next day. Sniff, sniff, sniffle sniff...

Luckily, he did not suffer from Post Traumatic Bubble Disorder, and was happily playing in bubbles the next day.

My brave bubble soldier.

Dress: Express
Belt: Target
Shoes: Thrifted
Bracelets: Target, Old Navy
Earrings: F21


Merci!
Shan