Bubbles have a way of making people smile.
I learned that when my sons were small.
Three fighting, crabby boys when placed in a bathtub of bubbles always came out not just clean, but also full of giggles.
Which reminds me of one of our favorite poems by Shel Silverstein:
There’s too many kids in this tub
There’s too many elbows to scrub
I just washed a behind that I’m sure wasn’t mine
There’s too many kids in this tub.
Even though I’m not a big fan of baths myself, every ten years or so I have to admit to lying afloat in a sea of bubbles,
letting the happy take over.