Monday, January 5, 2009

The Purple Balloon

Of the myriad number of gifts that the Bean received during the one-two punch of 8 nights of Hanukkah immediately followed by his third birthday, without a doubt the greatest one, the one that gave him the most enjoyment and occupied him for the longest, came squished inside a greeting card.

The card in question was sent by one of the Bean’s peers, whom I’m guessing had an assist from a parental unit, and contained one deflated purple balloon. As far as I could tell, it was your standard issue round balloon. Nothing special, nothing fancy.

“What’s this?” The Bean asked holding the flaccid balloon up for me to inspect.

“I’ll show you,” I said taking it from him.

I blew it up and held it aloft, pinching the neck so no air would escape. I looked him directly in the eyes and let go of the balloon. It whooshed around the ceiling, dive bombed the carpet and bounced back into the air before landing in a crumpled heap next to the Bean.

His eyes were large.

“Do that again,” he said.


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Interest in inexpensive toys... AND a tax break to boot. What a kid!
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SciFi Dad said...

Very cool story.

Doug (I can do what I want) said...

Was it one of those balloons that blow up into funny shapes? Not unless round is funny.

Emily said...

That must be frustrating for parents around the holidays. You buy your kid hundreds of dollars of presents, and they spend Christmas morning playing with wrapping paper or a cardboard box.