We were leaving the hospital on Sunday morning, knowing we needed a break from the heavy events going on. We corralled the kids into the van, and climbed in ourselves. I looked over at my wife; our eyes started (again) to fill with tears. I started to say something, and just as I said “I…”

PPFFFBBBBTTT!, a Mcdonalds balloon shot between us, circled my head, and landed on the steering wheel. My three year old giggled proudly, having figured out how to free the balloon from it’s little plastic plug. So much for our tender moment.