kidism

I gathered with my family to celebrate my little nephew Jason's 4 year old birthday. Just like all other birthday parties, my sister had bought him helium balloons.

While he was walking around the house with the balloons, he had accidentally let go of one of them, letting it float all the way up to the ceiling. Instant sad expression on his face.

Not wanting the rest of the balloons to get away from his hands, I decided to tie the balloons that he's holding on to with the little toy car that he had in his other hand.

Me: "Jason, now you can let go of the balloons and they will not fly away anymore."

Jason: "No!"

Me: "Come on, Jason. Just let go. Trust me, the balloons won't fly away!"

Jason: [holding on to the balloons with his right hand and the toy car with his left]

At this point, Jason started to look more and more distressed. Dude, just let go of the balloons! Didn't you take chemistry and physics?

So there I was, staring at a traumatized little nephew who had just lost a balloon a minute ago and is now fighting not to let go of another balloon, right?

Me: "Jason, how about I untie the car from the balloons so that your car will not float away?"

Jason: "Ok!"

Ahh... I miss being a child sometimes.