Poem for balloon crazy baby

After driving around for hours with Calvin playing with a bunch of purple balloons in the backseat, eventually he popped one. It didn't seem to bother him, or deflate his enthusiasm for balloons.

Eight Balloons,
by Shel Silverstein

Eight balloons no on was buyin'
All broke loose one afternoon.
Eight balloons with strings a-flyin',
Free to do what they wanted to.
One flew up to touch the sun – POP!
One thought highways might be fun - POP!
One took a nap in a cactus pile - POP!
One stayed to play with a careless child - POP!
One tried to taste some bacon fryin' - POP!
One fell in love with a porcupine - POP!
One looked close in a crocodile's mouth - POP!
One sat around 'til his air ran out - WHOOSH!
Eight balloons no one was buyin'
They broke loose and away they flew,
Free to float and free to fly
and free to pop where they wanted to.

"Somebody Has To" by Shel Silverstein was a perfect Memorial Day Poem

Calvin loves stars. He yells, with glee, "star!" every time he see's one. I can draw a plain star on a piece of paper and he'll get really excited about it.

So for Memorial Day, Margaret got a string of stars to decorate the table, and we had American Flag stuff all over, mainly to get him excited.

It worked. He was still talking about stars when we got back to the hotel, so I read him this poem from A Light in the Attic:

Somebody Has To

Somebody has to go polish the stars,
They're looking a little bit dull.
Somebody has to go polish the stars,
For the eagles and starlings and gulls
Have been complaining they're tarnished and worn.
They say they want new ones we cannot afford.
So please get your rags
And your polishing jars,
Somebody has to go polish the stars.