The Story of a Boy and His Balloon...

In my last post I mentioned how much Will loved the balloon we got my Mom. Well, we ended up buying him his own matching balloon. He loved it just as much. He carried it everywhere.

It was the first thing he wanted in the morning.

He even ate with it. He loved that balloon.

Then one day, he decided he wanted to use it for a chew toy. It popped. There were tears. Lots and lots of tears. And even more tears when we buried him in the garbage can. Time to buy another balloon.The End.