Tiny Bubbles

A few baths ago, Max squirted a fair amount of his bath soap into the tub just to be a jerk. Out of curiosity and some, long-dormant memory of bubbles; how they are fun and how you make them, I started in with some vigorous agitation of the water. Lo and behold: there were bubbles.

The repercussions of the bubble miracle are two-fold: 1. Max is totally pumped about bath time and no longer requires coercion to get into the damn tub and 2. He thinks I'm sort of bubble-creating god. Also, I guess, I've discovered that bubbles are fun.

Max and Miles seem to have discovered that, not only are they fun, they're tasty!