Abe

Tonight while she was in the bathtub, Harper was playing with an empty baby soap bottle. She was calling the pump part a "bubble wand" and she wrapped it in her washcloth, giggled, and said, "The bubble wand is getting married." Presumably because the bubble wand was wearing a veil. "And who is the bubble wand going to marry?" I asked, thinking she'd choose Henry, the blue octopus who a few minutes earlier had been strolling with the bubble wand around the edge of the tub. "The bubble wand is going to marry...ABRAHAM LINCOLN!" she exclaimed. Of course. Every bubble wand's dream man.