My friend Jen, clever mother of two, sent me helium balloons on my birthday because she knew how much Viv would enjoy playing with them.

I don’t know what kind of crazy advances they’ve made in Mylar lately but this one hung on for five weeks, floating around at knee level.

Tonight, after Viv went to bed, Dave told me it was time.  “You were a good balloon,” we said.

And then we balloothenized it.

That’s how we spent our Saturday night.  What did you do?