Bubbly for Kids

Okay, I remember having Mr. Bubble when I was a kid, but it was a big pink bottle filled with Bubble Bath. Well, today kids have Robby Bubble, and it's not fun soap meant for enticing children to cleanse. Nope, it's faux champagne for children so kids can party like their parents, but safely. Okay kids, raise a glass of cheer to the guest of honour. I can see it now...kids can pop a cork of the old Robby Bubbly at their birthdays and waiters can bring around the hoer douvres while they talk about finger painting and playground politics. And so they're not left out, the flavours come in spumanti and other champagne names. Nothing says "good time" like a little baseball doffed sprite riding a popped champagne cork with a dancing beaver in tow. The dancing beaver is the hallucination from the Robby Bubble buzz.
I must be going crazy...however, there's a tremendous ministry opportunity in this for TSA. Instead of kid's clubs we can have kiddy rehab or we can have rescue programs for kid's who sell their bodies for the next fix of Robby Bubble. Wait a minute. We already do. If only it was Robby Bubble. We have enough trouble running around cleaning up the mess that sin leaves behind without encouraging kids to flirt on the edge of reality. And parents are just stupid enough to buy into this. They're talking about bringing it to Winnipeg. Here's some sage advice. "Train up a child in the way they should go, and when they're are older they will not depart from it."