Sunday, March 29, 2015
We have a balloon on our ceiling. Careless housekeeping, you might ask. But no. it's not that. It's a puck in our version of hockey here at our place.
You see we bought a couple of balloons over a month ago at the dollar store and amazingly one still has 'float' power. It got free of it's stick this weekend and headed straight for the ceiling. The girls looked at it and puzzled and puzzled and puzzled, but before their puzzler got sore, they ran to the scooter and picked up my reacher.
For those that don't know, reachers are often sold in the disability section of a pharmacy. They are made for us disabled folk to be able to pick up things we've dropped to the floor or things that are a wee bit too high to reach.
But in the hands of two little girls, they are much more than that. They are balloon hockey sticks. The balloon has been batted from one part of the ceiling to another, it's been pulled down own to make it's escape again. Right now it's in such a position that you can only reach it, if you are 5 or 8, from standing on the chair that's on elephant feet (furniture risers to the uninformed) to get it.
Sheesh, if they marketed this stuff right, disability products could outsell ToyRUs, but I guess only if they came with wicked imaginations.