It started with a red balloon. We went out to dinner for Valentine's and the Figlet, being all cute and stuff, received it from the waiter (I think she won him over when he spotted her sampling the Rainbow Roll).
To spite her insistence on holding it herself and the tantrum that ensued when a loop was put in the string, the balloon made it safely home via the train. From a mom perspective that was surprising in itself, but what followed was the truly amazing part. It was nothing short of... Science!
First she tied the balloon string around her bag to see if it would fly. It didn't. Concluding that it must be too heavy, she dumped the contents onto the floor and tried again. Still too heavy. So she proceeded to test:
All the 'people' that were in her bag
(who might want to go to the moon)
A small wooden ornament
Her and I on a chair
(She said I was too heavy)
When Daddy came home she demonstrated
by testing his juice
Then the wooden ornament again
Because it is so cool when it works!