How many times have I looked out on a gathering of seated, peaceful children only to have them light up like the Fourth of July at the first tennis-ball bubble that drifted toward them? All of them; that’s how many. It’s only fitting, as the soap bubbles I make are like liquid fireworks.
Keep in mind, this rush of excitement happens before I start blowing bubbles inside bubbles, making long chains of bubbles, putting fog into bubbles, making GI-I-I-I-I-I-ANT bubbles—and ultimately, putting the kids themselves in bubbles.