But he’s manly about it.

I suppose I have to tell you why I think this. Alright, pull up your provierbial chair and hang out with me for a bit.

We were outside in the afternoon sun, and I brought out a bubble gun. It was one of those cheap guns you buy at Walmart that when you squeeze the trigger, bubbles come shooting out. Both kids were practically holding onto my legs wanting to see what the fancy new gadget that mama brought out was. I fiddled with the darn thing for a minute or two, because we all know that toys don’t always work like the directions say they are supposed to. After much shaking and hitting the thing with my palm, I got the bubbles going. When my daughter saw them she squealed with delight and started running around pretending she was in the shower and bubbles were flowing all around her. Baby Bear however ran for the porch door which was ten feet away.

I can’t say why the little guy was so scared of bubbles, but one thing was for sure, every time I went near him with bubbles, he backed away from me. So I had Noodlebug right underneath me yelling, “Get me Mama! I want to take a shower!” and Baby Bear ten feet away hiding from the bubbles.

*sigh* When he gets older, his dad is so going to tease him for this.