This is Riley’s balloon from his McDonalds birthday party. His birthday party that was almost five weeks ago. Normally I pop balloons as soon as the kids lose interest in them.
(I know, I’m horrible in that respect. I don’t even let them blow bubbles with dishwashing liquid.)
(I am joking.)
(Except about the popping. I do do that.)
Not this one, however. No, I’ve been content to let it float about the house, quaking in the knowledge that at any moment I can and will (sometime) send it to the balloon master upstairs. That’s if the cat doesn’t claw it first. Which is more likely.
