Recently my daughter invented a new game. Balloon tag. The one who has the balloon is it, chases everyone around trying to tag them and screaming frantically.
HIM, the man to whom I'm married, decided to hide the balloon. Don't fret, however, I took pictures. Then I got carried away.
Someone, somewhere is going to tell me that I'm being mean to HIM. It wasn't my fault that he let me take a picture knowing what I was going to do with it. I went around saying, "The hunch butt of Notre Dame," and giggling for the next hour or so. It was a clue.