So last weekend my two girls went to a birthday party and came home with a balloon. Punky and Chicken fought constantly over the thing and continued to make that squeaky, annoying sound. While I was gone running errands, Hubby decided he had enough.
"C'mon kids. Let's go in the kitchen and pop it. It'll make a loud noise!" He lines Punky, Chicken and Cupcake up like little soliders.
1, 2, 3!
He pops the balloon.
All the kids fell into stunned silence with slack jaws and rounded eyes.
After a few moments, Cupcake (the 11 month old) said, "Whoa!"