Earlier today Dutch went to a birthday party. As we were leaving, in addition to the goody bag, Dutch got a yellow balloon. He fell in love with it immediately. We drove from the part to my Aunt Marianne's house and Dutch fell asleep clutching the string with two chubby fists. All the way home he talked to it and hugged it. Once at home it had to go everywhere with him, including into the tub! He threw an enormous fit about getting in the bathtub (which is really unusual for him) until I went and got the balloon. As I type this he is in his bed, the yellow balloon hovering protectively over his head.
I don't know what we'll do when the balloon "dies" in a day or two. One thing is for sure: this kid needs more balloons in his life.
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