The day of my birthday party, Ben brought home a cute mylar balloon to tie to the mailbox. In the words of Cleveland from Family Guy, "A balloon tied to the mailbox is the universal sign for PARTY OVER HERE!"
After the party, we brought it inside. Anna June loved that thing. One night I let her hold it to distract her while changing her diaper. She didn't let go. She kept looking up and smiling at it, so shiny and colorful. She held it all through her dinner and would have held it through her bath if I didn't make her let go of it when I took her clothes off.
This morning when I was leaving the house, I must have bumped it in the kitchen. Shortly after I left, we got a call from the alarm company saying our alarm had been set off. It was a false alarm, and upon further investigation, the balloon had floated in front of the motion detector. Whoops. That was the end of that balloon. I guess we'll know for next time!
The good part of that story is that the Birmingham Police Department did respond right away. The officer was friendly and didn't make us feel like idiots...he guessed it was Radar, but Ben figured it out right away.
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