A rising obsession

It was my birthday...my balloons...confiscated by a 20-month-old balloon freak. Yes, I say freak because he wouldn't allow anyone to touch them, or even come near them. They were his, and he had a death grip on the strings. Going to bed that night was a particular challenge because he still had on his death grip...so we let him fall asleep with them in hand, and then carefully removed them so that he would not end up in his own self-made ballon strait jacket.