Last night, after returning home to many hugs, reports and updates, after bedtime prayers and seeing Ramona sweetly off to sleep, Anne and Betsy went to their room for the usual reading-in-bed time before lights-out.
I sat down at the computer to check email. I heard an odd squeaking noise.
I turned back to the computer. I read a post of Lissa's that made me cry. I heard the noise again.
Anne came out of her room to ask me a question, but I had one for her.
"What is that noise?"
"What? Oh, that? Betsy's making balloon animals."
Of course. Who wouldn't make balloon animals during reading-in-bed time? Okey-doke. Got it.