There is just nothing better than having a balloon in each hand. I even have three different words I use interchangeably for these fabulous toys - how can so much joy be limited to one word?
Unfortunately, they aren't as permanent as some of my other toys. A few days ago one of my balloons popped (it was a blue one) and I cried. It's sad to me. I mourned its loss by saying "balloon! Balloon!" over and again through my big fat baby tears. It was just about the most tragic thing I have ever experienced.
Although it's very sad to me when either mom or dad leaves the house too. I don't like it, now that I realize they have the ability to leave.
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