Franny was very excited to get a balloon at the grocery store. All the way home, she thumped it around the back seat, squeezed it to make it squeak, all the while laughing and chattering to herself. I was amazed it made it home--I thought for sure it was going to pop! Once home, it took all of about 45 seconds to make a quick, but long, journey to the ceiling. It was a stretch, but using the ladder I retrieved it, and then tied it very securely to her rocking chair. Here, it admirably endured an hour of pretty intense play and battery before just the balloon broke free for the ceiling. This time, however, with it's tie still attached to the chair, there was no way to get it back. So, there it safely remains, but is not forgotten.
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