And Tatum and I had to go purchase the trays of food as my mom made her Thomas the Train cake. The balloons was all she cared about, and the idea of holding it because it would escape pervaded her head.
She would not even let go in the car even though the travel of the balloon was 2 inches up.
And when it did escape, “HELP MOMMY!!!” She held that balloon so tight that I’m surprised it did not POP and cause me to fly off the street.
Tomorrow, we go to the train park with many friends to celebrate the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. Infant to Toddler with THOMAS the train. She is practicing.