“No Matter How Mature You Are, If A Little Kid Gives You Their Ringing Toy Phone You Answer It.” You’ve seen this posted by someone on Facebook, I’m sure. Well… it’s true, you guys, because today we celebrated the birthday of an inanimate object.
Ben and my favorite granddaughter had already spent a good bit of time with Perry and me this evening when I found a bag of leftover party balloons. As soon as Coco saw what was in the bag she immediately exclaimed, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” I followed with what I thought was the obvious question, “Whose birthday is it?” Looking at me like I was from another planet, she said (in a tone that was borderline condescending) that it was the vacuum sweeper’s birthday. So silly of me to forget such an important event.
Inflating only 2 balloons to begin with, it wasn’t long until one popped. Now Coco didn’t want another purple balloon… she wanted that one “fixed.” Of course, I told her to tell her Daddy (heh), as I wanted HIM to handle that tedious request. As he was performing emergency surgery on said ruptured balloon, I grabbed a marker and drew a face on the other one. I drew a beard, a big nose, beady eyes, a couple ears and no hair on top on a green balloon and… BAM! Perry had arrived for sweeper’s birthday party! The red-faced man and the pink lady were there to celebrate too.
