blown balloon blues

 

I sign Milo up for preschool today.

Don't know if I should sing or cry.  He is a sweetie pie, but I think he's getting bored with me.

This weekend he had a balloon with a face drawn on it.  When we opened the car door at wally world that nasty old wind stole it away.  Due to the fact that this was the 99th

straw-that-caused-an-emotional-breakdown of the day, he got really blue.

He cried and fussed.

(you know it's a bad sign when you walk

into the store with a screamer)

Finally he settled down and said,

"Maybe my balloon flew up to heaven and God is holding it for me."

{Que mom's heart melting onto walmart floor}