The Balloon Monster.

I had not planned to post today, mainly because I did it last night but I need to get this in before I forget. My child is three, I tend to think that he is smarter than your average three year old. I don't know why I think that but I'm pretty sure if parents were polled, they would all think their child is above average in intelligence for their age. That's not wrong, I'm just saying... I have also discovered that kids, all ages love to be able to put the hurt to their parents. My child did this for the first time tonight and now I know what I have to look forward to for the 17 years. Anyway, my son went to a birthday party for a friend of his, he had a great time from what I am told and he returned home with a nice, shiny, big, green, balloon. He asked me to come to play with him and his balloon in his room, there was no way I was turning that down, I love balloons. All is going well, we are tapping the balloon back and forth and having a great time. When all of a sudden, I was returning the balloon to him and the tap was a little hard, this cause the balloon to take an upward turn and collide with the ceiling, this wouldn't be bad except the ceiling texture is very thick, very lumpy, and in some places, a little sharp. Not sharp enough to hurt a person but sharp enough to say, pop a balloon. It just so happened that the balloon hit one of these places. It exploded into 5 pieces and tumbled to the ground like a mosquito that has been knocked out of the sky. The look on my son's face was one of shock, like he had just seen a murder take place first hand. Before I could say anything, he turned to me and said "You popped my balloon". The wailing and gnashing of teeth began at this point and nothing I could say would console him. He pulled out of my arms to go search for his mother and let her know that daddy had popped his balloon. Mom had heard the commotion when it started and immediately went into action to save me. She found another balloon that she had hid in a cabinet in the kitchen. This was a nice attempt but Mr. B was quick to point out that his new balloon was not nearly as big as the one that I had popped. Finally we came to an agreement, when I came home Monday from work I would have a whole bag of big balloons. Now, here is the really funny part, Mr. B has recovered enough that he will once again play with me, he has a Word Launch video game that teaches kids to spell. He asked me to come play it with him, followed by this statement "maybe you won't pop it". Yes, he is three, I was proud because my child was so quick witted that he came up with this on his own, at the same time I had just been cut down by a three year old. He later referenced the balloon episode again when after his bath, he asked his mother to dress him for bed instead of me because I popped his balloon. If he comes up with this stuff when he is three I'm am terrified of what it will be like when he is sixteen. Besides the post of a fellow blogger, this has been my biggest laugh of the week.