You may recall that Elijah has had a bit of fun with balloons. It seems now that he has a good memory, as when we were shopping yesterday, Elijah spied the Foxtel kiosk, which is adorned with orange balloons on sticks. Immediately, he started saying, "Boon! Boon!" I asked him if he would like a balloon. I think the answer was pretty clear. ("Boon! Boon!")
So I went up to the counter and asked if Elijah could have a balloon. ("Boon! Boon!") He wouldn't take it from the Foxtel girl, but he gladly accepted it from me. We then headed out of the shopping centre.
Elijah happily brandished his balloon-on-a-stick, while riding on my back in the Ergo, all the way out the centre, through the outdoor mall and up the stairs to the carpark. He got a little carried away as we went up the stairs and the fellow on his way down the stairs got one in the belly with the balloon. I apologised, the fellow laughed and Elijah proudly held up his balloon. ("Boon! Boon!")
Since yesterday, the balloon-on-a-stick has barely left Elijah's hand. He cries if we take it off him to change his clothes. He only willingly puts it down so that he will have free hands for eating. I'm sure he would sleep with the balloon in his bed, given half a chance.
Honestly, I don't know why we've ever bothered spending money on toys for this child. A balloon-on-a-stick or -string, a broom, a container of lids, a basket of pegs and some books seem to keep him pretty much entertained.