Hot Air

I had to take Troy to the doctor today because he’s been accosted by a mosquito bent on his destruction. He has bites all over his legs, and they’ve swelled to the size of silver dollars. We were concerned, so we called the doctor, and he said to bring Troy in.

While we were in the waiting room...waiting, because what else would you do in a waiting room...Troy noticed a picture of several hot air balloons on the wall across from us. He stood up on my lap, pointed right at the picture, and said, “ball...oon!” Over and over. I was so proud of him. What a big word to master!