Parenting is filled with so many funny moments that it's hard to remember them after they've passed by. Here's one that sticks out, and I just had to share it. My two girls (ages 8 and 3) went to the Brattleboro Home & Health Show on Saturday and each came home with a pink balloon.
On Sunday morning, the youngest, Margot, was sitting on her balloon when it popped. Instant tears. Losing a balloon is sudden sorrow like no other for a kid. Moved by her sister's tears, my oldest girl, Marielle, gave her balloon to Margot. Not to be outdone, Margot offered the limp, wrinkled pieces of her busted balloon in return. I mean fair is fair after all.
To her credit, Marielle accepted the busted balloon in the spirit in which it was given, and she shared a warm, knowing smile with her mom and dad. Who knew a burst, empty balloon could hold so much?