Home Alone with Mary

Being home alone with Mary is a trial and a joy. Trying to keep up with her is completely out of the question. I've learned, with some practice and experience, to just sit back and enjoy the ride. Quite a lesson in life I must admit. Today after dropping her oldest sister off at robotics camp we picked up some water balloons at the dollar store and headed home for a day of fun, Mary style.  As a team we filled maybe fifty little water. Balloons. She'd slip one on the little plastic nozzle thingy at the end of the hose, I'd hold it in place, she'd run to the faucet turn it on then off, I'd tied the knot and she would drop it in the bucket or the big bowl depending on whether it was bigger or littler. She wanted a third bowl for the more medium one but I convinced her we were on a pretty good roll with our water balloon making and should go while the going was good.when we finally made our quota my fingers were actually pretty sore from the knot tying but I hung in there until the bucket and bowl were full with equal numbers of each of the six colors of water balloon. we played a quick game of don't break the egg (also known as water balloon toss) and we burst a couple in the game and she was ready for some inside crafts and art and she drew a giraffe, and cut up some stuff, and used another whole roll of scotch tape all while watching Johnny Test on Netfflix on my iPhone. I applied for a couple of jobs and then we had lunch. After we went outside and the bucket was in the blazing sun and all the balloons had burst. I tried to explain it must have been the heat from the sun but she said, "No Dad they just got warned out." She didn't seem to care at all. So we ate Popsicles. Appears the real fun wasn't about what we were going to do with them the real fun was in the making of them. Another mind blowing life lesson from my sweet Mary.