“And there you have it, big guy, your very own balloon. Now go run outside, buddy,” The father said to his excited toddler. The joy of a simple bit of plastic tied to yarn never really made sense to the jaded old man, but the smile and glee pulsing from the child erased any personal doubts the father held.
“Well, that’ll keep him busy. I’ll start on lunch,” the father said, turning his back on the toddler.
The toddler screamed.
The father turned to see a quizzical scene. “I looked away for five seconds.”
“Tree eat balloon,” the toddler said.