Most people love bubbles. People love to give bubbles to kids. There isn’t a birthday party in America when one of the goodie bag gifts is a small bottle of bubbles.
Everyone seems to think they are the greatest thing since sliced bread.
‘Cept me. I hate them.
Bubbles are always a mess. Kids spill them everywhere. Cleaning up soap is pain, it just makes more soap. I have declared them an ‘outside toy’.
Today, Mira walks up to me in the study with an open bottle of bubbles in her hands. She asks for a bubble wand. I tell her to take the bubbles outside and I’ll get the wand for her. She says, “NO Daddy! I play with bubbles inside at school! I’ll be careful.” I again tell her to take them outside. She begins to get angry and yell, but I am firm in my insistance she go outside. She gets angrier.
Then she drops the full bottle of bubbles on the floor. It spills everywhere. She looks down, looks up and me, and says, “Sorry Daddy.” and runs off.
Did I mention I hate bubbles?
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Similar thing happened with Allison at your Super Bowl party. There were two bottles of bubbles out on your porch. 5 seconds after opening one, the complete contents spilled out on your deck.
i’m not so crazy about the bubbles either. i promise there will be no bubbles in the next goodie bag from my house.
You don’t hate bubbles. You hate liquid soap. It’s sort of like people who hate ugly caterpillars but love butterflies. They’re the same creature, just in different stages. Imagine how crazy you would sound if you said you hated butterflies?