Let me start this story with a little known fact about me. I am scared of latex balloons. Give me a room of snakes and spiders over a balloon any day. It's a tough fear with a 20 month old.
The other day, hubby, Poopy and I went to the grocery store. During checkout, Poopy gets very upset when you take things from the cart. She thinks everything is hers. So, I took her out of the cart to walk around. The nice lady at the front of the store decided to give her a balloon.
Deep breath
I can't deny my child because I'm crazy.
We get the damn balloon. I'm okay, sweating a bit, but no panic attacks.
We get home. Balloon is her very favorite new toy. She is laughing like crazy, running around with her "ball". Heart warming? I think not. This is like a real life nightmare.
Hubby and I decide to go outside, with Poopy and the balloon.
I bet you can guess the end of this story..................Poopy lets the balloon go. She totally freaked out. Like major meltdown. Meanwhile, I'm wiping my hands on my pants, totally relieved. I told her the balloon had to go bye bye.
So what does my sweet girl do?
Wave bye, bye and blow bye, bye kisses to the sky.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
1 comment:
That is so cute!!! Awww, it's so sweet when they can be so accepting like that.
Post a Comment