The Bubble Man Cometh

You can scratch "Woodland Park Zoo" off Laura's before-we-move to-do list. We went yesterday. I think we both kind of expected Jack to be visibly excited about the animals, but, just like our trip to the Aquarium, Jack thought the whole point of the zoo was the floor lights and not the animals.

Me: "Look Jack, a lion!"

Jack: [looking down and picking up a gum wrapper]

We're probably a few years off from being excited about the animals.

A friend of mine brought up her son to play with Jack the other day. I think we forget that we have to learn how to play. Jack seems fascinated by other kids anytime we encounter them at the playground. He walks up to them and stares, almost like alien-visitor might do to one of us. "..so this is a human child, fascinating..." Other kids are busy playing, so they always seem a bit put off that this one-year old has invaded their personal space in order to study them more closely.

Went and got ice cream in the early evening and the streets had been cleared in prepartion for the West Seattle Street Fair. This is when a purple VW mini-van painted with bubbles rolls up in front of where we're sitting. Licsence Plate: Dot Calm. The standard bumper stickers: Kill your television (dot calm?) Bush lied, blah, blah, something about the environment. Apparently the Bubble Man entertains the youth by making really big bubbles. No problem there.

But 10 minutes into his show, no bubbles for the kiddies. But we were reminded that regime change begins at home, of American deaths in Iraq, and something about protecting salmon. With all the promise of such bubble-induced fun, I couldn't help but feel an undercurrent of anger below Bubble Man's bubbly show. We left before Bubble Man could work Karl Rove into his act.