Today when I picked the kids up, Grace and the babysitter had a bag full of water balloons. They wanted to bring them to my house to play them. As is always the case, one popped in the car on the way, and soaked Peter.
We got to my house and Grace went up in the treehouse. They tried to have a catch, but I don’t think any balloon was thrown more than once before popping. Peter came in and said that the water balloon didn’t last very long. I told him that when playing with water balloons, you always need about a hundred.