We were cruising down I-94 this fine September morning. We had just purchased new shoes at Nordstrom's for our 2-year-old and the freeway traffic around the Mall of America was flowing nicely. Strapped in her backseat perch, Emily was enjoying the souvenir balloon that the wise retailer had provided.Eventually, of course, the balloon drifted away from her grasp and into the very back of the SUV.
"Grandma!" she notified Kathleen in the front passenger seat. "Balloon!"
"Oh, Emily," grandma explained as the cars whizzed past. "We'll get the balloon when we stop."
Normally, this would have satisfied her. But she's 28 months old now.
"Grandpa!" she yelled from the back. "STOP!"
