Then they began blowing up balloons and sculpting them into flowers and swords. The boys watched curiously and soon were holding black swords in their hands. We chatted with them briefly and they told us they were new to ballooning and had just spent four hours as balloon twisters at a party for mentally-challenged kids. They were beaming!
When I returned from the bathroom Ben and the boys had made their way over to the balloon-twisters table and Ben was patting the gentleman on the back and grinning from ear-to-ear. We finished our conversation and said our goodbyes to our new-found friends. When we got in the car, Ben said "Well, I did something tonight I never thought I would do." Bracing for the worst, I asked him what?
"I bought those nice folks dinner." He paused and continued "After I heard that they had spent four-hours making balloons for mentally handicapped kids, something touched me and I wanted to do something nice for them." By now I was too choked up to ask anymore questions. Suddenly it didn't matter that we were carefully counting our pennies. He was proud of himself, and I was proud of him. Yeah, that's why I love him!
