Drew went to a birthday party this past weekend and came home with a bundle of balloons. He was VERY excited that the birthday boy decided to share this special bouquet after the party was over.
Why is it that a balloon can make a child so happy? On the other hand, make children so incredibly crazy? You know, the ones going bonkers because they don't have a balloon. This would be the three kiddos living in my house that were balloonless.
Anyway, the morning after the party, Drew bounced into our bedroom ... the balloons trailing behind him. He nestled in between hubby and me and stared up at the bright mylar helium filled treasures that bounced above him.
"It's a good thing I'm not dead!" Drew said matter of factly. "If I was, we wouldn't even have these balloons!"
"Whew!" I pretend to be extremely relieved, "You're right! Good thing you're alive!"