Funny guy

I have mentioned here before my son’s fascination with the Goodyear Blimp. He knows that when he hears the echoes of the USC marching band practicing outside, it is going to be a good day for blimp sightings. This morning he came walking into the dining room from the living room, clutching something small in his hand. He walked to the window through which he would normally listen to the band (and watch for the blimp), and he stood there muttering something about “blimp” and “band”. Hearing nothing myself and knowing it is no longer blimp season, so to speak, I walked closer to ask him what he was doing exactly. He kept repeating something about the band and blimp. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted one of Mercy’s little blue ponytail holders resting on the windowsill. Aaron pointed to it and said proudly: “A band for blimp.”