The Red Balloon

Well getting a red balloon at HEB is Keller's new vice. He is always a dream at the grocery store,really, I have been so blessed. He loves to point at everything(thats his new thing), loves making eyes at the sweet old ladies.Loves it. He has not ever thrown a fit or fussed ever...until now. We had a typical grocery trip of about 45 minutes and he was his normal happy self until we pulled into the check out line. My son became another person. First he saw one of the big shiny balloons and started pointing and squealing. I told him that was a balloon for someone who is turning forty and when he was "Over the Hill" I would buy him that balloon but not today. He did not like my answer and began forming giant crocodile tears in his eyes and bawled. Not for long though, because thankfully just a few more steps up in the line were a slew of FREE red balloons. My problem was solved. I scooted up and picked out the best of the bunch and gave it to him. He did like it but he realized that I gave him only one of 10 or so red balloons, what about the rest Mom? He began pointing at the others that he did not have in his hands and I knew my problem was serious. Soon he began crying again and did not stop until the bunch of balloons were out of sight but my problems were just beginning.The rest of the day he would not part with this balloon. As you can tell by the photos he did everything with it on Monday except sleep because Mommy would not let him because of health hazards and I didn't hear the end of that one for the first 15 minutes of nap time either. SO all day long he had his death grip on his red balloon. So after we sent our precious son to the land of nod, I killed that red balloon. I felt no remorse because it became the bane of my existence that day. So until our next trip to HEB I am balloon free. Maybe they will bemiraculously "out" of them next week...