Airing of grievances

Sam leaned too hard on his green balloon this evening and it popped.

It was devastating.

In full despair, Sam declared he loved that balloon and no longer wanted any bright green balloons. They were forever ruined for him.

Just then, Natalie climbed off my lap and onto the dinner table. 

"Does it make you feel better to see your sister on the table, shaking a baggie at you?" I asked.

"No," he grunted.

"Does it make you feel better to remember that on our walk today, you got to poke a stick into some poop?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "A little bit."