Pink Balloon

The day after grandma Bev's birthday, I caught Henry hiding behind our sectional couch (I have no idea how he got back in there without hurting himself) with one of the pink balloons. We never let Henry play with balloons. I followed him around for a little while, watching him, so that he could play with it. He had so much fun. Once he started trying to squeeze it, I popped it and put it in the trash.