Some explanation first: Sarah (aka Auntie Ney-Ney) arrived last night for a visit this week. She's just moved home from England and is spending a few days here before we go home for Thanksgiving.
During Charley's bath tonight she said "why don't we turn on the jets in the tub?". I said "oh no, I'm sure it would scare him to death!". Sarah, being the wise aunt, scoffs at my mother-talk and fires up the jets. Charley was mesmerized and not at all scared, especially because the jets turned the very moderate amount of bubble into a mountain of bubble-mania.
Here is what ensued:
Oh! These bubbles are getting high!
Argh! I'm a bubble-pirate!
NO! Don't rinse it off, you fools!
Argggggggggg! It burrrrns!
Bubble-monster, at play.
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