My nine-year-old son had a school project to create a product that kids would want to buy. This product had to be made with things around the house. After a huge search, we found balloons and sand.
"Let's make balloon heads!" he said.
That sounded like a plan.
My son attempted to fill the balloons, but with a broken wrist, it was a little difficult. "Mama, can you do this?"
I nodded and grabbed a funnel. It was quite a job filling those things. And after each one was filled, I had to blow up the balloon in order to distribute the sand evenly. Of course that resulted in a mouth full of sand.
"Blah!" I said. "Eating sand is not fun!"
Bubba looked at me with a serious expression on his face. "Mama, you should be grateful. At least your whole head isn't full of sand like these guys!"