I was still in bed this morning when Sam brought me an orange balloon and asked me to blow it up for him, which I did.
Later, he was playing a game of Don’t Let The Balloon Touch The Floor and I told him he needed to stop because it was turning into a game of Hit The Balloon Into Mom’s Face.
Later still, when I’d had some coffee, he asked if he might play with his balloon again. I said yes, and he did, and he had a good long run of keeping it in the air before it landed on me.
“Oh, why am I not good at this?!” he cried in frustration. “I guess I will not be a balloon thrower, after all!”