Whenever we go to the grocery store, I like to get Noah a free balloon for being such a good little boy. Well, mostly because he’s good boy, but I also really like how he says “Balloon”. It is more like combining a “B” and “L” into one letter. SO CUTE! Anyways, a couple of weeks ago we got an orange one and he really liked it for some reason. After a week or so he seemed to get tired of it (not pointing and saying “BL” anymore) I decided it was time to pay it forward to the trash man and his family. Stupid Mommy, not thinking, grabbed the balloon (it was pretty small by then) and a pair of scissors and just snipped it… in front of Noah. The second I did it, I knew what an idiot I was. OMG, the TEARS! Noah was so upset. He kept running up to the counter and pointing up and got this pathetic, crushed look and would start to cry again. Poor little baby lost his best friend and I killed it. I don’t think he would have been more upset if it was Zoey I stabbed.
We hopped in the car, went back to Kroger and got a Blue one. The little guy was happy again and Mommy learned a valuable lesson: Kill balloons after bedtime.
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