Maybe we played the Bobbing For Apples game differently.
We didn’t go for time, or the most apples, or any competitive thing when I was a kid. We gave the apples wishes, so that if you got one, you’d get your wish. Everybody won.
Today, make a page of bobbing for wishes.
Talk about bobbing for apples if you’d like. But make a wish, too. There aren’t enough wishes in the world.
For my page, I made an envelope (shaped like a bowl) from waxed paper, and stuck it down at the edges. There’s a slit in it so the apple drawing could fit, and on the back: