The boy got a very special balloon from the dentist yesterday. It was very special because well, I’m not really sure. But the boy was very attached to that balloon. It had these little knots tied into it that made it look like an animal … or something with nipples. Who knew the dentist was handing out X-rated paraphernalia?
He spent his time with the balloon blowing it up and trying to fill it with water and showing it off to his sister and all the wonderful things that one does with the balloon that is the momentary focus of their being. So it was all the more traumatic when the balloon popped in his face.
(deep breath…. keep going … a little more)
“WHYDIDIBOTHERGETTINGASTUPIDBALLOON!IBARELYHADITATALLANDITPOPPED!WHYDIDITPOP?IKNEWITWASGOINGTOPOPBECAUSETHATALWAYSHAPPENS!IKNEWIT!ITALWAYSHAPPENSEVERYTIMEIGETABALLOON!”
Followed by the tromping around and foul mood that such drama always brings with it. He stomped over to the trash and flung his dead balloon into it. He then stomped up to his room to mourn his balloon.
After several minutes, he found a new balloon. It wasn’t the same as his X-rated-nipple balloon, but he could blow it up and put water into it. The mourning period had ended.
Long live the balloon!
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You are living with shades of ….
Calvin & Hobbes ! ! ! !
How wonderful … especially after collecting every Bill Watterson tome on the misadventures of Calvin – you now have your very own pint sized version to study and document …
For the record, it was an alligator….