Priorities

I will be sad when Angie is no longer enthralled with balloons after a birthday party. It will be a sad day when she doesn't find them fun anymore.

She just came in the office to tell me that when we get a new house, we need to have shorter walls so that if a balloon escapes, we'll be ale to retrieve it. In Angie style, it was a long and detailed explanation.

She was bouncing the pink balloon from yesterday's party, but I know she is thinking about the Mylar balloon from the party two weeks ago that has been stuck on her ceiling for six days.