Joey then asked me with shear amazement. “You don’t know what a fizzy-plunge is?”
I took mild offence at the tone he used. It was almost as if he was purposefully trying to make me feel bad just because I didn’t know what a fizzy-plunge was. Ok, maybe it wasn’t done on purpose, but it sure felt and sounded that way. Maybe it was because Joey was younger and smaller than me and I felt as though I should know more than him.
Anyway I shot him a look, but before I could think up a halfway decent comeback Beth asked me, “Hasn’t your mother ever let you take a bath with lots of bubbles in the water?”
“Uh, you mean like a bubble bath?” I asked.
“Exactly!” Joey said.
“Well then why didn’t you say bubble bath?” I said shooting another mean look at him.
Thankfully, to save my dignity, Beth first gave me a towel to cover myself with and then she helped me out of my diaper. It was actually a clever way of doing it. I then wrapped the towel around myself and this time stood up more cautiously. This time my leg didn’t buckle under my weight.
The bathtub in the bathroom off of Beth’s bedroom was the biggest bathtub I’d ever seen. It was kind of egg shaped with half a dozen silver looking rings in the bottom. Now I had heard of a Jacuzzi before, but until then I had never actually seen one. So when Beth flipped a switch on the wall and jets of water began erupting from the silver rings I clapped and giggled. Yeah I know it was a stupid reaction, but I was just caught up in the wonder of it.
She then picked up a blue plastic bottle. It wasn’t very big at all; it was about the size of my thumb and she poured the entire contents of the bottle into the water. Almost instantly the jets of water began a frothing action that caused the water to form a heavy layer of suds. Along with the growing suds, the room also became laced with a wonderful vanilla aroma. It smelled so good that my mouth watered.
“Ok,” Beth began, “You two get in. I’ll go get changed and then get breakfast started.”
Before she was even out of the room Joey dropped his towel to the floor which left him naked as the day he was born. I, on the other hand, waited until his mother was completely out of site before lowering my towel.
Joey was the first to climb in, but I didn’t want to run the risk that his mom would come back in, so I quickly followed.
As I stepped into the enormous tub I asked him, “Why do you call it a fizzy-plunge?”, but when I looked over at him he was gone.
“Joey?” I called.
“Come on in! It’s great!” I heard him say with a giggle.
He was completely lost in the suds and I could see why it was called a fizzy-plunge. As I lowered my bottom into the warm water the bubbles quickly rose up and over my head.
“Blow like you are blowing out birthday candles.” Joey said from somewhere amidst the bubble abyss.
“Why?” I asked.
“Just do it!” he said.
So I did and to my amazement the bubbles parted leaving a suds tunnel. I guess Joey had been doing the same thing because I could now see his grinning face.
“See!” he said and blew again to keep the tunnel intact.
“Awesome!” I exclaimed.
“Want to see something else cool?” Joey asked.
“Sure,” I answered.
“Take a deep breath and go under the water and then open your eyes.” He said.
“No way!” I shot back, “The soap will sting my eyes.”
“No it won’t.” He answered gleefully, “It is magic bubbles.”
“Magic bubbles?” I wondered out loud.
“Yeah they don’t make your eyes hurt and you can even taste them.” He said sticking out his tongue and lapping at the bubbles.
Hesitantly I did likewise and was surprised to find that the bubbles tasted just as they smelled. “Mmmmm! Vanilla!”
“Now go under the water and look up through the bubbles.” He said.