|Red balloon in top right corner|
Weeks ago, Forest was given a balloon sword (a red balloon sword to be specific) by a balloon artist at The Woodlands 4th of July parade. On our way back to the car, we put it into the basket of his stroller. Jonathan, not thinking it was any big deal, folded up the stroller and popped the balloon in the process. We instantly got into an argument because I felt like he should have known to take the balloon out first but he insisted that Forest would forget all about it in no time. Hahaha.
Not only did he mope the entire drive home saying ‘daddy popped the red balloon’ in a tone of voice that conveyed disappointment rather than anger towards his father, but hardly a day has gone by when he doesn’t mention the incident at some point. For instance, this is an exchange I got on film while at a red light the other day:
So when he needs therapy years down the road I believe a talented psychoanalyst will be able to trace the trauma back to the mishap with the red balloon, July 4, 2016. And it won't even be about his mother. This one is all on daddy.