His Balloon with went him everywhere.
He ate with it. . .
took it on walks. . .
and slept with it. He was in balloon heaven!
He'd walk around the house saying, "Ball? Ball?" He'd ask for it all the time. But slowly, one by one, all the BALL-oon's popped- or became severely deflated.
There was a silver lining. A friend of mine watched the boys, while we dealt with a slight family emergency, and she gave Big H the perfect gift: Two BALL-oon's. This silver lining was short lived however when, after one walk, both of those BALL-oon's disappeared. I'm just hoping he forgets about them until his birthday.
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