>The other day I went to Trader Joe’s with my sister and 3 year old nephew. As we were checking out, the cashier asked him if he wanted a balloon. He had been eying one since we walked up to the counter. He nervously said no. Apparently, he doesn’t want the responsibility of holding on to the thing. He was too worried that it would escape. His mom and I convinced him that we would help him hold on to it. He fretted over it the whole way home. Then when he got home, he just worried about it deflating the next day.
It’s sad that he can’t just enjoy having a balloon, but it’s nice to know all of my anxiety is probably genetic.