My husband bought me balloons for my birthday. Balloons that my two children have done nothing but fight over. The best one pulled loose from it's string and floated to the ceiling. We refused to get it down for days. Can't fight over something you can't reach. Finally, my husband rescued the balloon.
Emmi eyed it.
She inched closer.
She grabbed the string, pulling the balloon to her face. And SHE LICKED IT.
Then she turned to me and said, "Now it's mine!"
Um. Ems. That only works for food.