Attack of the blowfish

On Saturday we visited a lovely public market in North Vancouver. It's a lively place, full of food stands, wee shops, and vendors dispensing free balloons to the kids. Wild Thing was riding atop my shoulders, red balloon held high, when Overworked Spouse spotted a fish market. "WT, do you want to see a real live crab?"

"Yeah!"

Approaching the counter, we heard a loud pop overhead. Sadly, Wild Thing's balloon had met its only natural predator--the carcass of a blowfish (or several, actually) bedecking the entryway.

There was some sadness, but it was worth it in my view to hear my son say resignedly, "I had a balloon, but then a blowfish popped it."