The Balloon Incident

Dragged my kid to a baby shower today. That was almost 2 hours away. In the middle of nap time. It was great to get to see a few old friends, but not exactly the relaxing afternoon it could have been. Whatever. My choice.

So, there were balloons there. What more does a 3.5 year old need, really? He played with a deflated one for a while, then wanted a 'real' one. Filled with helium goodness. I gave him one and tied some cloth ribbon from one of the gifts to the bottom to prevent it from flying away outside. He didn't like that. I tried to tie a few other things to the bottom. He didn't like that either. I tried to tie it to his wrist. Surprise, surprise, he didn't like that. I tried in my best "I can reason with the unreasonable" voice to explain that the balloon would fly away when he went outside if I didn't tie it to something. He didn't like that.

So he walked outside and not 3 feet from the door, let go. Screaming commenced. For a good 10 minutes. Awesomeness.

After calming down (and refusing the SEVERAL other balloons offered to him by myself and various shower attendees), he ventured back outside and requested another balloon. Immediately at least 123048932908 people shouted out "tie it to his wrist this time!".

REALLY??????? What a BRILLIANT idea!!!!!!

The good news is that after the lengthy afternoon, he literally put himself to bed the second we walked through our door. With balloon in tow.

It's mine now, alllllllllll mine! I'm thinking of living on the edge a bit. Perhaps I'll venture outside with said balloon WITHOUT tying it to my wrist. I am craaaaazy.