On the husband's birthday at the end of January, he was given four helium-filled balloons. One, the Spider-Man balloon, met with an early demise. Death by three year old.
The other three have been let loose in our house and they've been wandering around, wherever the indoor breezes take them.
These are our star-shaped friends. They've been hanging out up there for a day or two.
This one below, the polka dot, is slowly coming back down to earth and follows us from room to room. I'm not kidding. It does. Last night, it hung out with me while I tidied up after dinner.
We've become accustomed to them, floating around, minding their own business. Not pets, exactly, because that would be odd. But we'll miss them when they're gone. Seriously.