When Moms Talk on the Phone...

...bubbles happen, lots and lots of bubbles.

And apparently it gets pretty scary when there are so many you can't see your hands anymore.

Poor quality photo, but how could I resist...this is what I found when I opened the door at the end of the quiet hallway. It could have been worse I suppose...at least my bathroom is clean now. Cleaned with hair shampoo that is.

And no worries...he recovered quite nicely, and has impeccably clean hands.