I never knew there was such a thing as a FOAM MACHINE before September 2018! What a great invention! It's kind of like a bubble blower, except that the bubbles are miniature and stick together and feel SO SOFT, delightfully slippery, and soapy, too.
My little sister (in the green skirt) could scarcely believe her eyes, but refused to run in and join me in spite of my invitation.
Even when my son Zack buried me in the stuff, I couldn't get enough. Once the machine quit jetting out the foam, I sat in the bubbles up to my chin until they slowly popped, not realizing that the soapy residue sinking into the ground created MUD!
Carolyn gave up on me, but no worries!
My husband, Bob, hosed the mud off me before we left my granddaughter Rylee's birthday party.
There were far fewer adults in the heavenly foam soup than children, perhaps a ratio of 3 to 50.
What about you? Would YOU dive in?