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July 31, 2007
bubbles
There's a scene in Knocked Up where Paul Rudd and the guy who looks like he could be Shawn's slacker stoner brother are sitting on a park bench, watching kids blow bubbles. They marvel at how beautiful it is that kids can find such joy in something as simple as bubbles. Although I don't think they actually said "beautiful," rather something with a lot more profanity.
I remember this with such clarity not just because it was the first movie we had seen in a theater in darn near six months, but because I can relate--kind of. When we first introduced Finn to bubbles, he was full of wonder and awe at these perfect, weightless spheres that seemed to emerge out of nothing. But, like all American children, the child grew jaded and wanted more. More bubbles, bigger bubbles, and more bubble horsepower. A simple wand and cup from Walgreens just wouldn't cut it anymore.
So we got him this super-charged bubble blaster. The packaging promises "up to 1000 bubbles a minute!!!" (The exclamation points are theirs, not mind.) And boy, does it ever deliver. Here's Finn exploring the all-American joy of up to 1000 bubbles per minute.
* As a funny aside, Finn got so excited that he put the bubble blaster in his mouth. When he tasted the soap, he started to cry, and big bubbles started coming out of his mouth.
Posted by lisa at July 31, 2007 08:12 PM
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