We visited the Torpedo Factory (art center) and then walked along the waterfront. It was a beautiful day and even the Potomac was looking particularly picturesque. There was a balloon man out by the docks. Whenever and wherever there is a balloon man to be found, I am always the sucker parent who forks over a couple bucks for a twisty latex flower/dog/wand. Then, invariably, my daughter will scrape her balloon along a tree or the side of a building until it pops.
This particular balloon man was very funny and animated. As he was twisting pink and purple balloons into the shape of a flower, he joked with her and made funny comments. Then he asked her, "What is that?" He leaned forward and tweaked my daughter's nose, pulling out a Dum-Dum sucker in the process. "Look what you had in your nose!" he exclaimed. My daughter just shrugged as if to say, "Yeah, I guess I did!"
I love the way kids can so easily employ a willing suspension of disbelief. She never seemed to doubt that she'd had a lollipop in her nostril. A few minutes later, I heard her telling her cousin, "I had this in my nose." In a few years, she won't believe such things and then Santa will come tumbling down, too. But, perhaps the memory of that simple moment will somehow remain.