My wife accused me of being childish as we left the fair, so I wouldn’t let it go.
“Alright, your not childish, but for God’s sake let it go will you?” my wife moaned.
“Not until you say you’re sorry and that I’m not childish” I replied.
“Ok, I’m sorry and your not childish, now please, just let it go” she sighed.
Satisfied she meant it and with a smug grin on my face, I wound down the car window and finally let my Micky Mouse helium balloon go.