“Oh shite!” she said, delicately.
The thin membrane of rainbow coloured bubble popped and she had to reach for the soap again.
Water sloshed about her tummy as she rubbed the white bar between her hands, placed it back on the side of the bath and then carefully slide her hands together and almost apart until the membrane drew itself thin again.
She blew gently and a perfect, round, wobbling orb formed and broke free into the air. Her crimson painted toes curled in delight.
Satisfied, she grinned, reached forward to cup the balloon and laughed as it burst in her hand.And reached for the soap again.
Who says bathtime is for kids.