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| 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.
The first "story" Molly ever told was about how Daddy let go of her fish balloon and it flew away. She was crushed. Screaming "nooooo! Come back" in anguish as it drifted away. I insisted Fin buy another fish balloon to replace it. Apparently that was the WRONG move. Some things that go up are not meant to come down. She was terrified of the replacement fish and had an aversion to flying toys (balloons, kites, toy helicopters) for quite awhile.
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