When I was a little girl, as soon as I was given a balloon, my mother always made sure she tied it to my wrist so that if I let it go I wouldn't lose it. And there was that let down the next morning when nearly all the helium had escaped and the balloons were on the ground. I always felt sorry for the balloons. They looked so sad.
These pictures are awsome!
ReplyDeleteCute little story. Haha.