One of the many reasons I love my job: Saturday at the last event…

One of the many reasons I love my job: Saturday at the last event (8th hour entertaining/ballooning, etc.) it was time for me to pack up my things. A 10 year old comes in and wants a rainbow, 3 clouds, and lots of glitter. He looks completely normal but after talking with him, I realize he’s about 4 mentally. He looks in the mirror, smiles ear to ear and asks me if I’ll be back next year. I told him “I hope so!” He smiled at himself again, looked at me and said, “It’s going to be a long year.”