The Value of Play
I nodded and helped her dip the wand into the Disney Princess-branded bottle we’d bought an hour earlier at our local Dollar Tree.
“Okay, blow!” I instructed, my lips pursed to demonstrate the proper form.
Dorothy glanced at me and then at the wand. Puckering her tiny mouth, she blew as if her life depended on it.
Out came a bubble, followed by a giggle.
To think, it was a moment I almost missed.
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