Let the bombs begin
I grew up in a family of boys.
Boys who made movies and bombs.
Boys who seemed to always have some scheme in the works.
I wasn't sure if it was normal at the time,
and I'm still not convinced, but setting the word normal aside...
Introducing the magic of vinegar, baking soda and an airtight container.
Baking Soda Bombs.
Christian and Porter loved it!
It kept them busy and begging to do it again.
See the shredded milk jug?
Lets just say there's a story there and Christian is thankful to have all of his fingers on his left hand.