One of the things we like to do on New Year’s Eve is celebrate at noon that day at the Science Center. They have a big countdown to 12:00 pm and then they drop a ton of balloons on the crowd. From the moment we walked in the door F said she wanted a red balloon. When the balloons finally did come down (and she was standing a safe distance away from the crowd, watching from above) she cried. “Put them back up there,” she sobbed. She did not like them falling, and certainly didn’t like them popping. But her cousins managed to get her a red one, so she’s a fan again. I’m not surprised she chose red. She’s got a history of it…
