Today, at the supermarket, a man gave Jarrah a balloon (he worked there--nothing creepy.) The following conversation took place while I was loading up the conveyor belt.
Jarrah: Mommy? I'm worried about my balloon. How about we drive home real quick and put it in the house where it will be safe?
Sam: (knowing that our next stop was literally next door) No, that's really not convenient. We're going for fro-yo next.
Jarrah: But Mommy? What if someone opens the door to fro-yo and my balloon escapes?
Sam: (thrilled with my own brilliance) We'll tie it to a chair!
Jarrah: Oh, okay. (pause) What kind of chair?
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3 comments:
hahaha she is so funny! I love how much she thinks about EVERYTHING!
I have gotten where I cringe when someone offers any of my FOUR children a balloon. Nothing good can come of it. POP!! CRY! YELL! ahhhh.
Hey, any kid who can write her name like that is bound to want the details.
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