Little Miss Sunshine handed me a birthday balloon out of a package that came from my parents for T-Rex’s big day. I blew it up, tied it, and handed it to her. A few minutes later she brought me another one. Same scene. A few minutes later she brought a third one. Same scene. A few minutes later she brought a fourth one. “Daddy can blow that one up for you, honey.” My cheeks hurt.
She runs over to Daddy and hands him the balloon. He puts it in his mouth and blows and buzzes his lips pretending he can’t blow it up. She giggles her head off. “No Daddy, blow it up!!” He buzzes and spits all over again. More giggles. Both kids crowd around. He blows it up and stretches the neck so the balloon “sings” to T-Rex, “Happy Birthday.” “Me too! Me too!” He blows it up again and it “sings” to Little Miss Sunshine. He blows it up again and this time lets it go and it flies all over the room. Howls of laughter. T-Rex chases it down and brings it back to him. He blows it up and it flies and T-Rex chases it down again and brings it back and sticks the right part of the balloon in Daddy’s mouth so he’ll blow it up again. Over and over and over until the balloon was practically no good. Then he blew it up and tied it and rubbed it on Little Miss Sunshine’s head to get the static so it would stick to the wall. And then again so it would stick to the window. And then again so it stuck to her head. And then again so it stuck to T-Rex’s head.
An hour of pure entertainment for all of us. A balloon. Who knew? Apparently Daddy did.
I think Grandma J knew too! That’s why I bought them for all the entertainment they would provide. Good job sil.
Oh. my. word. That is so the way things go in our house too! I so often do exactly what Bug-Bug is asking me to, but Daddy makes such a huge game of the simple things. I’m working on it, but somehow my mind doesn’t think that way very often. Maybe when the baby is older . . . Now who was the clown?