teeth of comb.

To this day I still hate the squeaking of laytex balloons...not just because it's annoying, but because it makes my hairs stand on end. I was 10 years old. All of the kids in the car had balloons after the fair and I thought I was going to go crazy. My mom had just given me a brand new comb for my birthday. I was desperate at this point, I broke the teeth off the comb one by one...and the balloons started popping...one by one, I sat there laughing quietly...rejoicing silently in their defeat. (love you dad...you have great stories)