When did balloon animals get so complex? Check out the detail on these works of art:
I used to tip the balloon guy a dollar per balloon animal and felt like that was fair. Today with all the detail work the guy put in I felt $1.00 wasn't enough, so I upped it to $2.00. Now I'm wondering if that was too low. Also, when I asked where he learned his craft, he answered, "Jail." I LOLd. Would that warrant a higher tip? Then on the ride home my kids insisted that was his only job, and that made me sad.
I wouldn't have ever been picked to be “Sporty Spice.” I'd
probably get picked as the "Likes Stuffed Animals Too Much Spice."
Point being, I wasn't much of a sports player or sports fan growing up. I spent
most of my days cataloging my stuffed animals' life experiences in a notebook
and stirring up self-directed trouble in the neighborhood.
In an ironic twist, in addition to their love of stuffed
animals (thanks to me), my boys love sports. Four years ago I'd never heard of
"Comp” Sports. Now, most of my time is spent practicing, playing, or
talking about them---oh and let’s not forget paying for them.
15 years ago if someone told me I’d be a “baseball mom” who
spent every weekend and weekday shuffling her kids to practices and games, I’d
call them bat-crap crazy. (*Sigh* the things we’ll do for our kids…am I right?)
Since my kids started playing sports, I’ve seen and heard a
lot of things that made me question the inherent goodness of the average…