The key to successful bubble blowing, according to this gorgeous kid up there, is to whistle while you're blowing. He may be onto something. I can't whistle, and my bubbles were airborne thanks purely to the wind at my back when I'd raise my wand - which was pink, because the boys were adamant they'd blow bubbles with me, but they wouldn't do so from pink plastic wands, thank you very much - to my lips.
I love the concentration my oldest son gave to this activity, as you can see from his furrowed brow. Of course, a look below shows that closed eyes may be the best way to face things in life when your bubble bursts.
Labels: all the world's a tiny bubble