Bubbles

This is Londyn:

  

She likes to sit on the balcony and pretend she doesn't know how to smile when the camera comes out (We like her anyway).

This is Scotlyn:

She also likes to sit on the balcony and pretend she doesn't see me taking pictures. Scotlyn leaves no cheerio behind, either. 

She spots it.

 

And she retrieves it.

 

 And is happy again.

 

These two like to play together. Because they're awesome sisters, they sit and stare on the balcony. Together. 

 

Until, Londyn finds the bubbles and spills them all over the ground. And then the conversation goes as follows:

 "Hey Scoke! Look what I did! You know what would be a great idea? Playing in them and getting super gross!"

"Londyn, that's a great idea! You know I never pass up a chance to get gross and in trouble, at the same time!"

 

 "Isn't this awesome, Scotlyn? We're making such a mess and getting bubbles all over our clothes! The best part is, Mom has no idea!"

"Oh no, Scoke. Mom's spotted us! She's got footage of it too! We've been caught bubble-handed!"

"Hurry! Get extra nasty before she comes out here and makes us wash our hands!"