He chuckled. “Most girls want jewelry. Instead you want a balloon. How did I get to lucky? Which color do you want?”
“That one,” I pointed to a pale blue one.
The gray haired man running the balloon cart seemed to find Caeden and me very amusing.
“Mommy! Mommy!” A little kid behind me shrieked. “I want one! Boon! Boon!”
“No,” she said, from the tone of her voice I could tell she was exhausted.
“Boon! Boon!” the little girl cried as the mom picked her up and balanced her on her hip.
I looked over at Caeden and saw him holding two balloons. He grinned. “What? I heard someone else wanted a balloon and I just can’t resist a damsel in distress.

Auteur: Micalea Smeltzer