Blue Balloon

Today I took the boys with me to run some errands. At one of our stops, the lady at the store gave Manning a balloon. He even got to pick the color he wanted. (Blue) This was big stuff and it made him VERY happy. So we tied the balloon around his arm and held on tight until we got in the car and all 4 doors were shut. We had to make sure this balloon was safe! (Side note: It was absolutely beautiful outside today. 75 degrees and sunny. Perfect weather) So as we drove to our next destination, I opened the sunroof. Manning did not like this. He loves to have the windows down but hates for the sunroof to be open. I know it's strange. Anyways, he proceeds to tell me to, "Close that!" and I tell him "But Manning it is so nice ..let Mommy have it open just a little______" I didn't get to finish. Out the sunroof goes the balloon! Why didn't I just close the dumb thing? So I look in the rearview mirror sure that there will be tears in his eyes. I was wrong. He just sat there. He finally asked me where his balloon was and I told him that it had blown out and that I was very sorry. I'm still expecting tears and a lot of guilt. A few more minutes of silence and then, "it's okay Mommy just don't do it again." AHHHH.... I love my 2 year old. He teaches me everyday. How often do I react with patience and understanding when someone messes up my things or hurts my feelings?