“Nobody can be uncheered
with a balloon.”
Uh Oh . . . water balloons. But wait, they aren’t just any old water balloons. They are for the mighty Trebuchet. What is that you say? Well, Clara’s daddy built it with her help. Everyone helps fill the balloons from the hose, load up the bucket and carry it to the driveway.
Clara’s mommy and daddy had a contest to see who could break the least number of balloons while filling them. It was tough. Filling water balloons is an art, you know.
You have to be very careful with a Trebuchet. The balloon goes into the sling, the weight of the can when it is released hurls the sling into the air and out of it comes the water balloon. SPLATT ! It makes it all the way into the street. Over and over and over until the balloons are gone. Physics lesson for little people compliments of Clara’s daddy. Little Lydia was too little to care about the Trebuchet. She liked to squish the balloons and put them against her cheek.
“Science does not know its debt to imagination.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson-