boon! boon! boon!

We went to Chevy's on Friday with the grandparents (we usually eat with them every Friday). Pinkie hadn't taken a nap and we were really worried about the high probability of a throwing food, screaming, snotty melt down. But, I didn't want to cook and Chevy's sounded so darn good.

Miraculously, there was not a melt down!

A balloon solved it all. Or as Pinkie would say "boon, boon, boon!" We ended up going through 3 balloons because Pinkie kept letting go of them.

So, boons and ketchup are all we need now.

She loved her boon so much, she bathed with it, tried to take it to bed (that was a melt down) and searched for it the next morning. A red boon...