Meet My Brother, the Balloon

I had my granddaughter, Toots, with me the other night. She received a helium-filled balloon while eating at a fast food place. While driving to church to sew flannel diapers, she talked to the balloon and called it her brother. I overheard her say, "It's okay. You don't have to be shy. Mommy is right her. I will let you go for a walk, and I will hold your tail to keep you safe." Where does she get such imagination? When we were walking across the parking lot, she accidentally lost the "tail" causing the balloon to sail away for a long walk. There were so many things she could have said, but chose not to comment. Neither did I.