He splashed excitedly in the tub as any three-year-old is wont to do. 
 
And then he stopped flailing as he examined a puff of bubbles that had landed on his knee. 
 
"Ah! Bubbles!" he said. "I remember bubbles. When I was an old man I liked them a lot. I like bubbles." 
 
A somewhat subdued splashing brought the pause to a close and I think we both wondered what the child must have been like as an old man. 
 
Perhaps I'd known him then. 
 
What might I have recalled with fondness as an old man of three?