I have a very fond memory of my mother sitting my sister and I on the picnic table that was our kitchen table when we lived on Louisiana Avenue and teaching us how to blow a bubble with bubble gum. I can picture that moment as if it just happened. We were all laughing and very focused on learning this important skill.
Yesterday, I was rocking Tin on the front porch after giving him his bottle in the late afternoon and I began blowing bubbles with my gum and he was hooked. I have never seen him look with such intensity at something and in particular, because he was almost trying look inside my mouth, I had a bird’s eye view. We did this for about fifteen minutes till our mail carrier came up and then the conversation shifted to hair.
Your entry took me back in time!!! Sitting in the back of our car on the way to Ohio trying to teach Max how to blow a bubble with gum. He was five and turning six in a month…..halfway thru Kentucky…he finally got it ( it only took about 10 Hubba Bubba’s). He got so excited it blew right out of his mouth & into my face (spit and all). The two of us laughed so hard we both cried! Thanks for bringing back a great memory.
Hey girl – miss hearing your voice – life’s been busy but glad you checked out the latest here.