Our daughter L seems doomed to a life of balloon victimization. A few weeks ago she suffered greatly at the hands of a run-away balloon in the Trader Joe’s parking lot. (See the January 23rd entry.) Last night, with only slightly more composure, she related another recent incident involving an orb that cut and ran in our own driveway. (This too was a Trader Joe’s aerial product, so I’m considering a class action suit.)“Did it go way, way up in the sky too?” I asked her, “And did an airplane get it and take it to Mimi’s house?” (Mimi is L’s grandmother in Maine.)
“I can’t know,” she replied. “We’ll have to keep an eye on it.”
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Our similar tragedies occurring in TJ's parking lots have led to a dictatorial parental rule: Only stickers at TJ's, no more balloons! Thankfully our faithful TJ checkers understand our situation and always politely ask me if the boys would like "tethered helium spheres," so as not to drop the b-word.
Brittany
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