…he had emptied the entire bottle of shampoo into the water, creating a mountain of bubbles so massive it had completely engulfed him. All I could see was a pair of tiny hands flailing and a tuft of wet hair poking through the foam.
“Daddy, I’m blind!” he wailed dramatically, his voice muffled by the bubbles.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I scooped him out of the frothy chaos. “You’re not blind, buddy,” I said, wiping soap from his eyes. “You just went a little overboard with the bubble bath.”
He blinked at me, his face scrunched up. “I was just trying to make it more fun,” he mumbled.
“Well, mission accomplished,” I said, trying to keep a straight face as I surveyed the soap suds spilling onto the floor.
By the time I cleaned him up and tackled the bubble explosion, my favorite game was long over. But honestly? Watching my little one’s mischievous grin as he splashed in his own personal bubble wonderland was far more entertaining.
