Balloons

Cael comes into the house today, Saturday, in his athletic pants, mismatched shirt that is a little too big, and his hair messed up from the mohawk the day before. He looked like he typically does on a Saturday as he roams the culdasac playing with everyone in sight. He was carrying a blue reusable walmart bag. He proudly announces, "Mom! I just got gone done delivering all of our balloons!" To which I respond, "What! What are you talking about? Who did you deliver balloons too?" We had about ten 7" balloons around the house a little earlier. He gathered them up, put them in his walmart bag, and took them to everyone in the culdasac. Do you know what happens when you have one balloon and more kids than that. I am sure the neighbors "loved" having one 7" balloon.

 

I text all the neighbors to tell them I was sorry, but thanks for being so nice to him, and that Cael was quite proud of himself. They all text me back and said how dang cute he was. One neighbor said, "He was so so stinkin cute!!! Love it :)" I just laughed. I was sooooooo glad he wasn't trying to sell them! The neighbors next door that have no kids tried to convince him that he would want it in about an hour, but he insisted that he wanted her to have it. She said he was just smiling away telling her that she needed it more than him. Another neighbor told me that her boy wanted a red one instead of yellow so she had just gotten back from the dollar store for a red balloon. Oh my!!! My cute little thoughtful boy. I love him to the moon and back. Good thing that he is just too cute for words!!!