Truth be told, she begged to blow those bubbles, and I wanted nothing to do with them.

 Bubbles suck. I don't like being involved with them, and usually pass them off to grandparents, or single friends, because they are more trouble then they are worth.

When did I get so flipping old? Listen to me.

Yet, I post these photos, adoring my own child, and delighted in her small speck of childhood, even though, at that very moment, I know I was most likely annoyed at the mess.

I suck.

Supremely.