by Backpacking Dad
After any good birthday party you will find them walking the sidewalks of the suburbs, high on cake and juice, regretting nothing.
Until the balloon pops or deflates. Our daughter had a robust high-flying one yesterday, and this morning it had reached its sad ending.
The red balloon makes the picture.
Balloons come and go. He’s already forgotten about this one.
It’s definitely the reason I took it.