ALLISON: I can’t believe these balloons from your birthday party are still floating around.
NICK: Let’s take them outside, guys!
ALLISON: Okay, but don’t let them go. Hold onto them.
NICK: *sigh* Okay, mom. I will!
*Five Minutes Later*
ALLISON: You know what?
ALLISON: If you had asked me to come up with an image or metaphor for the end of summer…
ALLISON: For the end of Nick’s early, childhood, halcyon days…
ME: It would be this?
ME: We’d be lying in the grass like this, each of us holding a helium balloon.
NICK: Is Summer over?
ME: ‘Fraid so, buddy. Did you have a good Summer?
NICK: Uh-huh. (pause) Summer is dying.
ALLISON: Yeah, it’s kind of…
NICK: *cough* *cough* IT’S DYING, MOMMY! OH NO! *cough* *cough* SUMMER IS DYING! AAAAGGGGHHH! SUMMER IS DYING!
ME: Nick has not yet learned when he’s inside of a metaphor.
NICK: Oh, no!
NICK: My balloon!
ALLISON: Quick! Run after it! Try to catch it!
(Nick gets up and runs after his balloon but it quickly floats away over the houses)
NICK: How we get it back?
ME: I don’t think we can, buddy.
NICK: Maybe it will go to the ocean. Maybe it will go to Cape May and we can go there and find it.
ALLISON: I think it’s gone, buddy.
NICK: Where does it go?
ALLISON: We don’t know. The wind is just going to blow it somewhere.
NICK: We can get in the car and go get it.
ME: I’m sorry, pal. There’s no way to get it.
NICK: It’s a mystery and we just have to follow the clues!
ALLISON: Let’s just say it’s going to float away.
NICK: Okay. Well… IT’S OKAY. DON’T BE SAD, GUYS! KNOW WHY?
NICK: CAUSE I THINK… KNOW WHAT? I THINK SOMEONE’S GONNA FIND IT AND THEY WILL REMEMBER US!
ALLISON: Come here.
(Allison hugs Nick)
NICK: I think we should go inside now. I don’t want the other balloons to fly away yet.
ALLISON: Good idea.