i've finally learned to encase my children (at least the younger one) into kubrickian star-child bubbles. why? am i some kind of monster? well, YES, but that's beside the point. it's really so they can float around and make wonderful things happen. or failing that, at least scare state troopers and clergy toward unorganized religion.
just for fun, here's stanley's bubble:
at least i can grab and POP mine if i wanna.
BUT, alas... the eldritch glow and unbelievable power of my patented, otherworldly spiritual advancement lasts just so long:
back to the state college track.