party

At the birthday party on Saturday Marlo got a balloon poodle. Because of the heat some of the other balloon animals were popping around the yard, so she started screaming, “DON’T POP MY POODLE!” Over and over again. I know I should not have laughed at that because laughing makes it really, really gross, but oh my god. At one point my two kids had a minor altercation, and when I intervened I actually had to ask Leta, “Did you pop her poodle?” And I had to be very serious about it. That was not an easy thing to do.