The other day I took advantage of the inexplicable lack of winter weather and went outside with the kids. In addition to creating a family portrait with sidewalk chalk, playing hopscotch and tic-tac-toe, and attempting to skip in snow boots with a too short rope, I also waved a bubble sword around. Kids really do go crazy for bubbles, running down the sidewalk, jumping and popping them in the air, squealing at the big sized ones, the snowmen ones, the ones that seem like they will go on forever and never burst. No grown-up would be this excited about anything, even if thousand-dollar bills were floating in the air.
I was immediately reminded of two movie scenes. The first from the movie "Knocked Up":
And the second from "Finding Nemo":
Yes, Mr. Rudd, my children do remind me how difficult it is for my adult self to enjoy anything, but they also help me appreciate things anew. We all have an excited little yellow fish inside us, don't we? Anyway, I love bubbles for their ability to amuse my children until the soap runs out. (They also add extra fun to bath time).
Strangely enough, this week's scishow was about bubbles. Apparently they can destroy boat propellers and also cure cancer. Fun!
