Today I armed my kids with unrolled paperclips and asked them to pop the two-week-old helium balloons that have been kicking around our house at ground level since my daughter's birthday. I was not aware that my 8 year old daughter had given the balloons personalities and was really not happy with my plans for them. She was so upset she couldn't talk, but marched into the room and gave me this note. Bad Dad!
Cute! And thought-provoking too. After all, we might get old, wrinkly, and be hovering at ground-level, but who among us wants to get popped?
[Via Boing Boing]