Helping Bailey choose a bedtime book.
Bailey insisted that the balloons wait right outside while he took a bath.
On the way home, Mr. and Mrs. Balloon enjoyed a window seat.
Saddened that he would have to leave his new friends behind while he washed off the stench of the day.
Where all the fun with Mr. and Mrs. Balloon began at TGIFridays over a meal of chicken strips and fries washed down with what else but apple juice. (Sorry that the order is all messed up. Too tired to fight tonight.)