Mr. Bubbles

It is bubble season again. I picked up a six-pack and looked forward to the adoration of my children. They squealed and happily started blowing bubbles. The bigger the better. Chase them and count them and pop them. Good times. I waited for what was inevitable behavior from Nathan. The pouring out of the contents of his bottle onto the sidewalk. I could almost set a clock by him. In my mind I was saying, "That is it! That is the last time I ever buy bubbles! Never again! What a waste! Why does he do this?" I did not say any of the above. I said,"Nathan." He looked at me and stated,"I done now."