While we were down in Tampa, we went out to eat for breakfast one morning and the restaurant offered, interestingly enough, a balloon ‘artist’. She made a balloon of choice for each of the kids. The girls each chose a multicolored butterfly, Dalton chose a sword with a parrot for his shoulder, Asher chose a Spiderman and Zach got a car. The wheels of the car were made out of one balloon, twisted in the middle to make two bubble wheels. After a day or so in the hotel, the balloon figures were slowly dismantled and the wheels came undone from their balloon host. As Isabelle is wont to do, she found something new and different to do with the balloons. She stuffed them into her shirt. Soon our girl was sporting a nifty set of nice, round, ahem… balloons. Of course, she did get a bit of help getting them ‘just right’. I know, we’re naughty parents. We were all cracking up and the game ensued. Gotta love a 2 year old with balloons like that.