silent attack of the balloons
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2016.04.11
A friend came by with some helium balloons, which The Girl promptly took to her bedroom. They were all over the ceiling above her bed when we put her down for the night.
In the early hours, she woke up wailing because the balloons had all fallen onto her, and she was tangled up in their nylon strings.
Honey, we're laughing with you, not at you.