Here I was thinking I was so smart! Picking my children from summer school or camp as we call it. I skillfully tied the two balloons that they had gotten to the insides of the car… .We had too many instances of those frisky balloons flying out of windows or ribbons slipping through tiny fingers. My son actually thinks its cool to free his balloon so that they can be one with the sky. My interpretation not his.
Anyway so we drove off and from the back I hear a shriek and this very uptight voice saying
I WANT MY BALLOON!!!
I look at my daughter in the rearview mirror because we don’t have an suv and I know she can see her balloon a few inches away. Feeling a bit smug I say to her
Look your ballon is right here!!
As if on cue the wind takes the balloon and suck it outside. I am sure you all heard the scream, as the balloons danced happily in the wind.
My Balloon! My balloon! Her sweet face all red and contorted, you could see her tonsils.
Now am I a bad mother because I start to giggle. I stopped the car and rescued the escaping balloons. Rolled up the windows partially and off we went again. Of course, as we started to drive the ribbons, of which there were miles and miles, decided to take a turn with the wind and now my hysterical daughter is beside her selfwith anguish. SCREAM!!!
Now I am bubbling with laughter. I pulled over again and resuced the ribbons and this time I rolled the windows all up , which of course caused the orange balloon- my son’s own to pop rather violently ( probably should have freed it when he wanted to) and it was then only then that peace was restored in balloon land. Balloon made it home safely and proudly sways attached to the stair railing. But hence forth they shall call me Mummy the Balloon torturer.
Have a great Weekend
LOL The naughty Mummy!