They float

It's like rain, only better. They're big and colourful and beautiful. And when I touch them they go pop.

Some how, the magic of bubbles never dies.

Even now when I'm blowing one I still love seeing how big I can get one, or try to catch two together or something.

Amelie has a fantastic bubble maker, from her Auntie, and she loves it. As long as they don't all pop on the wooden floor, in which case it becomes an ice rink!