When you were a kid, did you like blowing bubbles in your beverages? I did. It seems that my kids inherited this little idiosyncracy from me.
"Mama," my son said after I poured him a glass of milk. "Can I have a straw?"
"Me too," my daughter said.
I knew exactly what this meant, but I gave them straws anyway. "Just don't make a mess."
They proceeded to blow bubble towers with their milk. Those things got pretty high. Then they stuck their faces in the bubble pile and slurped them up.
"Mmmm. Bubbles are yummy!" exclaimed my daughter.
"Yeah," my son said. "Delectable!" (For seven years old, he has a rather expansive vocabulary!)
Pretty soon the milk bubbles spilled over the sides of the glasses, leaving puddles of milk on the table.
"Kids, you need to get a paper towel and clean up that mess!"
No worries, because just then, our big old German Shepherd with the big pink tongue came along. He licked the table clean. Apparently he likes eating bubbles, too.