Was our midwinter outing a dream come true— or one big headache?
I returned to Bubble Planet with my son and older daughter. The woman at the entrance didn’t even listen to our entire explanation, just waved us in. I’m sure this must happen often. They really should have signs near the ball pit.
The kids dove back in, though my son was pretty sure finding the phone was an impossible feat.
“I’ll buy a new phone,” he kept saying.
I would have none of it. I sat on a bench and glowered reprovingly every time it looked like they might be trying to have fun in the pit. We were on a mission! They moved slowly. Very slowly. I called the phone over and over, but the volume was turned low and the ball pit was loud and wild.
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