A bunch of balloons, left over from the kids birthday parties, have been gathering dust behind our sofa. I fished them all yesterday, intending to pop them all and put them in the bin. As soon as they were out in the open, Adrian noticed them. Today he focused on stuffing them in a box. (An excellent box, by the way, durable and with a transparent window.)

Not allowing the laws of physics to hinder him, he tried to squeeze in balloons that were larger than the available space. I am not sure whether he expected the balloons to compress or the box to expand. Quite a number of them popped in the process.

Then he got help from Ingrid.

Since he started with the larger balloons and worked his way down in size, he actually got to a point where he could fit three balloons in the box.

And a Littlest Pet Shop figure, too. The balloons were apparently not balloons but soda and Coke for the “pet shops”. Here he/she is, on top of the Coke. I’m not sure whether he looks trapped, or all happy about being locked up with an ocean of Coke.