Easter Sunday all the kids at our church got a balloon with a bag of candy attached. When we got home and out of the van, Jack let go of his accidentally. As we watched it drift northward, Jack screamed bloody murder. Maybe for 15 minutes. He and Drew still talk about it and maybe a week after saw a hot air balloon and said it was Jack's.
Last weekend, we went to Mcguckin's and some nice old man working there gave us balloons. No helium. He blew up one for Drew and gave me extras for Jack and Drew who with Robin looking at seeds at the time. Jack and Drew's balloons have been in the car since then.
This morning, I spoke in Denver at a regional kickoff for our interns (8 am no less!) then went down to Englewood to buy a chair Robin found on Craig's List. I guess when we unloaded the chair this afternoon with the help of my neighbor, Noah, the balloons came out. The wind blew them into the backyard.
Jack freaked! The rest of the afternoon he laid on the sofa holding both balloons screaming if anyone opened the door in fear that his balloons would float away. Robin said he wouldn't even get up to get a snack.
I am thinking of buying him this.