Last week looked a little bit like spring.
And I say, let them have spring, and blow bubbles too.
Presenting, one of Dax Man's birthday gifts, the ultimate bubble container, Fubbles.
Do note the "No Spills" claim was totally proved inaccurate thanks to my thorough testing group.
But despite the spills, two outta three of 'em considered it a total hit...
Take a look at this concentration!
Pays off too - Big Man can totally blow bubbles all on his own after several years of trying and not succeeding. It's a big moment around here... our first independent bubble blower.
Applaud will you? Thanks.
As you can see, Dax Man is still in training.
I swear to you, he ingested far more bubble juice than the number of bubbles that were actually created.
Why does he think his little lips must make contact with the bubble wand?
I shall never know.
Sometimes, when you can't quite figure out how to make the bubble magic happen, you just swipe the goods and say, "ALOHA" to the whole scene.
And you peel out on the neighbor's Harley...
At least, that's what Acey does.
He's bad to the bone like that.
And so is spring.
'Bout time, my friend... :)
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