Logan just asked "So mom, when can we get *professional* balloons instead of ones that just say 'Happy Birthday'?"
Mr. C. then exclaimed, "Oh my God I just swallowed one of my own hiccups!"
Logan turned to me and said matter-of-factly, "Balloons can solve every single problem in the world."
How do you even swallow a hiccup? They're just hilarious. I gave up on concentrating and we went to spend "quality time" (their words) watching Fetch with Ruff Ruffman. I wonder where I get professional balloons? Evidently they'd solve all my problems, or at least distract my children. Or maybe just me. I wish I could get him to draw like this on paper, I think we have a winner.
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