My boys, like so many kids, love bubbles. And a bubble gun that makes it easier for them to blow bubbles? They want one. Right. Now.
So we tried one of the generic bubble guns from WalMart. And it lasted all of like 2.73 seconds once the kids got a hold of it. So much for childproof for that one, right?
So I started looking for a sturdier, hands-off options. After some research (and hours of my boys begging), I decided to take a chance on another bubble machine.*
Once it finally arrived (because Amazon Prime rocks), I read through the instructions real quick so I could set it up. The boys were SO. EXCITED. and they kept jumping up and down and yelling for me to go faster. So I set the thing up as fast as I could – and then put it down on a small table on our patio.
Well, then the darn wind kicked in – pushing all of the bubbles right up our back steps and into the house. That wouldn’t do – I didn’t want my boys running up and down stairs chasing bubbles. That would just end…. poorly.
So I thought for a second, then settled upon a brilliant idea – I’d set it up on their play set. There’s a small platform by the slide, so as long as they stayed *off* of that, it should work, right?
Yeah, I should’ve thought about it some more.
So I set the thing up and turned it on… and then it fell over, spilling soapy bubble water everywhere. All over the playset, and worse, all over the internal fan and components and MOTOR. CRAP!
As I saw the soap go everywhere, I started to cry… realizing that I’d just broken my kids’ new toy – the one they’d been so excited about for weeks. All I could think was:
Baaaah!!! The darn thing is momproof! My boys didn’t even get to play with the thing and I BROKE IT!!!
I tried to hold back the tears as I scooped up the toy, explained that mama might’ve just accidentally broken their new toy and that I was going to go fix it if I could. I ran inside with the stupid bubble machine and spent a good 15 minutes drying up the soapy water, dabbing off the fan, wiping my tears, and silently cursing my own stupidity.
Then… it dawned on me.
The internal components were, for the most part, encased in plastic. The thing was built to get spilled on. Then I wasn’t sure if I should cry because (thankfully) somebody was smart enough to design this knowing that it’d be operated by small children incapable of preventing spills or because I was too dense to realize it until I’d spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to salvage a toy that didn’t need saving.
Oh well. At least the thing was dried off and ready to be used again… once I stopped sobbing over a blasted bubble toy.
Momming is hard, y’all. Please let another mom know she’s not alone – share this post so they can have a good laugh and/or be grateful that their day wasn’t this type of crazy.
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