They flew away!

"Carter don't take those balloons outside. If you let go of them they will fly away."

2 minutes later:

"Mom! Mom! They flew away! The balloons flew up in the sky."

"Carter, I told you not to take them outside. That's too bad. They are gone."

"NO. We get them."

"Carter, they flew away. They're gone. We can't get them back."

"Dad get them."

"Really. How's he going to get them?"

"Dad get his ladder and get the balloons up in the sky."

(laugh) "Hmm. I guess you'll have to ask him."

I dial his cell number and put it on speaker. Carter tells Chad what happened. And his plan of action with Dad getting his ladder to rescue the balloons. Chad is laughing out loud the whole time. Carter has this grin. Like: See Mom...I told you.

"Dad, you get ladder when you come home?"

"Carter, I don't know if my ladder is tall enough. I'll talk to you when I get home."

He just couldn't do it over the phone.

10 minutes later: I'm cleaning the kitchen. Carter screams with delight and I hear Chad's voice:

"Daddy got his ladder! Here's your balloons."

Could a Dad be any more of HERO in a little 2 year old's eyes?

I wonder when Carter will think of this story and realize they weren't the same balloons!