You would think that blowing bubbles would be an absolute blast. Well at least it should be, right? Enter stage right. My husband’s eyes are lit up like a dewy newborn fawn. I’m immediately on edge because this look usually means, “Hey can I spend a ridiculous amount of money on items I don’t really need but they look cool so I want them,” or “Hey I just had the best idea for the kids ever!” Neither of which turn out in the benefit of my sanity or our children’s emotional well-being. I turn my chair towards him and...