The other day we went to the store and both David and Daniel were very excited to each get a balloon. David had a manic grip on his string. There was no way that balloon was going anywhere. He clutched it tightly in the parking lot and got into the van with the balloon safely embraced against his chest. He was thrilled. As we were driving away, David said, "Mommy, when I get bigger, I can get all the balloons out of the sky, and that will make boys and girls happy."
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
David's Career Choice
Our local grocery store often has free balloons for the kids, which David always looks forward to. This summer, however, he had a run of "life isn't fair" when he lost several balloons in a row. A couple got released in the parking lot, and then the next one he held very tightly but didn't get it into the van before starting the automatic door and the balloon got caught. That one was partly my fault. He had a tight hold on the string, but the balloon was still waving freely in the breeze well outside the van. I saw his door closing and told him to hurry and pull the balloon in. Unfortunately he stopped to think about what I was saying, and I didn't think to push the button to stop the door. Pop!
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