“Why are you crying, sweetheart,” Anita’s grandfather asked her.
Anita stopped crying and attempted to wipe away her tears. “Because, Poppy,” she said, “there’s a talent show at school next week and I told everyone that I could make balloon animals, but I’ve tried and tried and I just can’t seem to do it right.”
“Well, honey,” he said, “It takes a lot of hot air to blow up the balloons like that and maybe you’re having trouble because you’re not full of hot air, like some people I know.”
“But if I don’t have enough hot air,” Anita said, “how am I going to win the talent show? And look,” she said, pointing to a crudely drawn banner, “I already made a sign to advertise my balloon animals.”
“Maybe, Anita, it would be best to find another talent for you to show off to your classmates,” her grandfather suggested. “Let’s go out and get an ice cream cone and talk about what your real talents are.”
Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt, using the random words animals, balloon, and best, and for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge where the the things are crying, grandfather, and banner.
Gee, hot air. Wonder who you’re talking about (wink, wink)?
Anyway, my three-year-old granddaughter found a balloon, one that is usually pretty durable when inflated, in our “junk” drawer and Bubbe complied by blowing it up (I guess that means she has sufficient hot air in her lungs). My granddaughter played with it for days whenever she was over, but alas, it finally popped. She was devastated, but only for a minute or two. Such is the attention span of a toddler.
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“Gee, hot air. Wonder who you’re talking about.” Yeah, I guess that was pretty transparent.
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It’s your “go to” theme.
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Very sweet.
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Thank you!
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Children are stupid..
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That’s harsh.
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