Little bear is little bear

Yesterday I was bamboozled into purchasing a bottle of bubble mixture for little bear.

This morning, around 7am, I was awoken by a repeated, 'bubble mixure, bubble mixure' from little bear. After a three falls, two submissions and a knockout change and dressed etc we went down stairs. Little bear grabbed the bubble stuff with joy. I popped down to the kitchen for a bottle and that is when he spilt his bubble mixture. Sigh.

It was somewhat challenging to coax him into his new shirt, convince him that he did want to take some nourishment and that yes, we would get some more bubble mixture but just not right this second and yes he could watch Adventures in Letterland again.

Also, as I was so nervous about him getting out of the bedroom he is locked in with a bicycle chain on the stair gate, which he has investigated thoroughly and observed closely. He managed to knock the keys to the chain (well, wire thingy really) onto the stairs in front of the gate but just out of reach.