Balloons!

At my mom's job two days ago (Tuesday June 9) my mom let me blow up four balloons and one with helium. I popped the first because I was bouncing it around and it hit a corner of glass and popped.

I made three more. I would have only made two, but one was not the color I thought it was. I mostly made them to try and tie them. I have never known how to tie a balloon until now. Mom opened the door to see how windy it was. She said "It's not windy at all!" So I took one of my balloons outside. It flew away. It didn't have helium so I chased after it. Just as I was about to grab it, it popped on the grass.

I made a helium one and I was trying to dribble it. After a while I let it fly up and I was holding on to the end of the string. It popped when it got up.

When I got home I played with the balloons some more. I was hitting one with my wolf staff and it popped in mid air. My last balloon, I grabbed a huge plastic bat and was hitting it. It hit the ceiling. it popped.

"That's a dollar and fifty sense in the hole," I said.

"No! It was a dollar and fifty sense toward your fun!" said my mom.

I will never totally understand my mom.