Today I went to the grocery store to shop for Thanksgiving dinner. Taking both of the kids to the store is always an adventure and I have to time it just right to get out of there before David's patience and weariness (because he gets up at 5am every day) causes him to have a big scene at the store. So anyway, needed to buy lots of food and different than the usual list today, which required extra concentration and time so I needed a little leverage. I brought the raisins in a box and some cookies just in case and told the kids that if they were my big helpers while I shopped we could get a balloon at the end.

So all went well, aside from a little pushing in the stupid car cart, and they both got balloons. Very happy little kiddos... until on the way home David squeezed his balloon a little too much or something and, "POP!!!" no more balloon for him. Isabelle immediately goes into her mommy voice. "See David? That's why we don't squeeze our balloons like that 'cause then it pops, " and then mean Isabelle " I'm not going to share my balloon with you... you can't have my balloon."

"Isabelle" I said "you don't have to say that to him."
"But I don't want to share my balloon!"
"And I didn't ask you to and neither did he, but he's sad that his popped and it's not nice to say that you won't share, especially if he isn't even acting like he wants yours."

So we get home and I'm unloading all the groceries, and Isabelle is asking over and over if she can play 'ants in your pants, 'and for some reason, I've had to tell her 12 times to take off her jacket. So I get them all set up and they are playing happily when Isabelle walks over to David and says " I'm sorry I hurt your feelings David, here..." and hands her balloon to him.

My heart melted.