"Daddy do we have to go bubbling again?!"
My obsession with bubbling all started with my older son's 6th birthday party. He wanted a bubble theme so I bought a bunch of bubble toys and thus began my bubble obsession.
What became clear to me was that there was a direct relationship between the size of the bubble and my interest level. Things that blow lots of little bubble (machines, shooters, etc.) keep me engaged for a little while, but things that make huge bubbles keep me engaged for HUGE amounts of time. Seriously huge amounts of time. Over the last few years I've spent countless hours experimenting with giant bubbles. Different bubble solution recipes, different wands, different loops, on different weather days, at different times of the day, at different times of the year. The variables are endless.
Bubbling is an amazing hobby for so many reasons. There's something so utterly satisfying about making a really huge bubble. As soon as it pops you want to make another one that's bigger than the last! But much more than the joy it brings me, I love bubbling because of all the smiles it brings to everyone who walks by. One of the many reasons I love living in NYC and especially a neighborhood like Greenwich Village is that there are always people around. I can go out in front of my apartment at midnight to try a new bubble solution recipe and there will be people who stop and ask me about the bubbles. During the day there's always a kid ready and willing to pop a bubble at my request. And when you let a passerby actually make bubbles it's magical. They might not be too surprised to see giant bubbles in a park, but being invited to make their own giant bubbles on the sidewalk as they walk home or to the subway--that's the kind of unexpected experience I live for.
My two sons share my passion for bubbles. The 7-year-old is becoming quite the master giant bubble blower (he uses a Bubble-inator_2.0DELUXE), and the 4-year-old is becoming quite the master bubble popper =;-) But even BUBBLEboys they have their limits. Over the last few years we've blown quite a few bubbles. So, when I come up from the basement with my bubbling gear and the boys say to me, "Daddy, do we have to go bubbling again?!" I'm no longer crushed by their lack of enthusiasm. They'll be back. And I can always sneak out at midnight...