A few minutes ago, Backyard Neighbor Girl knocked at our front door. She asked Big Brother to have Middle Sister call her on the phone in five minutes.
We were all wondering what was up with that, so in five minutes Middle Sister called her. I could hear the one-sided conversation:
"Hi, this is Middle Sister. Can I speak to Backyard Neighbor Girl? She asked me to call her....yeah, she knocked on our front door five minutes ago and asked me to call her....hi, what did you want? Did your balloon break?...oh...ok...bye."
Heading down the stairs and out the back door, she hollered, "I'm going over there to be a priest at a balloon funeral."
There's a first time for everything, I guess!