No, I'm not pregnant.
But Mason picked out this "It's a boy" balloon at the grocery store. I don't know why (I suppose it's the hair) but he gets called a girl every once in awhile. And maybe he's sick of it. In any case, this balloon lasted about an hour, until I opened the car door and the darn thing blew away.
And I told him he better make sure he held onto it tight. Oops.
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