The art of the bubble
I have a very fond memory of my mother sitting my sister and I on the picnic table that was our kitchen table when we lived on Louisiana Avenue and teaching us how to blow a bubble with bubble gum. I can picture that moment as if it just happened. We were all laughing and very focused on learning this important skill.
Yesterday, I was rocking Tin on the front porch after giving him his bottle in the late afternoon and I began blowing bubbles with my gum and he was hooked. I have never seen him look with such intensity at something and in particular, because he was almost trying look inside my mouth, I had a bird’s eye view. We did this for about fifteen minutes till our mail carrier came up and then the conversation shifted to hair.
May 15th, 2010 at 6:55 pm
Your entry took me back in time!!! Sitting in the back of our car on the way to Ohio trying to teach Max how to blow a bubble with gum. He was five and turning six in a month…..halfway thru Kentucky…he finally got it ( it only took about 10 Hubba Bubba’s). He got so excited it blew right out of his mouth & into my face (spit and all). The two of us laughed so hard we both cried! Thanks for bringing back a great memory.
May 15th, 2010 at 9:36 pm
Hey girl – miss hearing your voice – life’s been busy but glad you checked out the latest here.