Pop!

I brought a balloon home for Wesley tonight. We had a great time batting it around the living room for about 5 minutes. That's all the longer the balloon lasted before we heard "POP!" Wesley was a little surprised, but he didn't cry. Instead, he asked me to fix the balloon. Try explaining to a 2 year old that balloons cannot be fixed. I finally just picked the two pieces up and tossed them in the trash. Wesley had to ask one more time if I could fix the balloon. "Honey, balloons can't be fixed. I put it in the trash." Wesley turned those big blue eyes on me and sighed, "Oh Mommy. You drive me nuts!"