RESPECT THE BUBBLE a phrase my brother created a number of years ago when someone was invading his personal space, namely my kids! A kind way of saying - back the hell away - respect my personal space. My kids of course fell in LOVE with the phrase, using it often. Sometimes with complete seriousness and other times with alot of laughter. The phrase belonged to my kids until last week.
Little Hart mentioned her Mom (Greta) was coming by to pick her up for a few hours. Typically that means, Greta text messages Little Hart when she arrives, asking her to come out to the car. On rare occasions when she comes to the door, we invite Greta into our home while she waits for Little Hart.
On that particular evening, Raylan and I were sitting side by side in "our" spot aptly named the love seat. My legs were draped across Raylan, me and the girls were gathered round watching the bat video. Yes the bat video! Raylan had extracted the creature from our sun shade on the back of the house a few minutes earlier. All four of us were laughing hysterically, reliving the horrifying bat extraction when the doorbell rang - it was Greta.