Blowing bubbles

Mr. Six and I are at odds. We both love bubbles, but for contrasting reasons. I see beautiful, transient beings, floating innocently on the wind. He sees enemy fighters, waiting to be destroyed. There is clearly no middle ground.

I have the bubble wand, and dip in gently in the bubble solution. With the wind just right, I can blow giant bubbles, twisting here, then there, to publish giant bubbles the size of basket balls into the blue air. Evan, Intent on domination, slices through them with his wand. I cry inside, a little, at the beauty destroyed. He laughs and asks for more.