We all float on anyway

Last night, we joined some friends for a fabulous event, the Light the Night walk. I am a fan of philanthropy, we donate regularly to charities and try to participate in at least one fundraising event each year.

Since adding the ball of fire to the fold, we've settled on this particular event because it is extremely family friendly.

It is dubbed Light the Night because the walk is done in the evening with the participants holding thousands of illuminated balloons.

This is a perfect event for the three year old for this reason: he loves balloons.

Wait.

I take that back.

He's OBSESSED with balloons.

Seriously, you will never see anything like it when this child has a balloon. He can't eat without it. He can't sleep unless it's safely hidden in his closet. He can't take a bath unless it's floating eerily above the bubbles. He goes everywhere with the balloon.

Last December, we went to Disney World with some friends and we bought the kid a Mickey Mouse balloon. Our friends witnessed first-hand the obsession. They still tell the stories to this day. In fact, Nathan still talks about that particular balloon.

Usually we have to take out a hit on the balloon to end that particular obsession. Last night, luckily, the balloon met its demise under natural circumstances.

I must admit that this behavior makes me worried about obssessive-compulsive tendencies, of which I have a few.

He also made us listen to "Bicycle" by Queen nine times on the way home. I can overlook that particular compulsion because I too like Queen.

If you don't like Queen, then I'm afraid you'll go to hell.

Wow, sucks for you, huh!