Tommy had just finished blowing a small balloon and was exhausted. He pinched the end of the balloon and said in a soft voice, "This one's orange-flavored."
He then held up the balloon, "Mom, Uncle Thomson, look at the balloon I blew up! Isn't it nice?"
Emma Smith and Robert Thomson both blushed, not knowing how to explain the situation to a four-year-old child.
Then, he looked at the little pointy part on the balloon with confusion, as if learning something from it, "Why is there a little bump on it?" As he spoke, he curiously flicked it with his finger.
As if to accompany his action, the little train over there chugged away, spinning while playing a children's song. Welsh was inside, barking in a very cooperative manner, "Woof woof, woof woof woof!"
