Ashton's love for balls is now a full-blown obsession. Everything he does revolves around balls. When he wakes up in the morning, the first thing he asks for is one of the balls. When we sing songs, he sings about balls. When we tell stories, it has to be a story about balls. When we draw pictures, we have to draw balls. We eat with the balls, play with the balls, take naps with the balls... ahh! It is getting a little old for me. But not for Ashton. Even on the rare occasion that he plays with another toy, a ball is still somehow involved...
One day we got some coupons in the mail for Denny's, so we decided to eat there. Ashton was in heaven! The kids' menu was page after page of balls that he could color and "read" and look at. His pancakes came fried like doughnut holes, so they looked like balls, and the syrup was drizzled to make a basketball court. And the best of all--his juice came in a cup with a soccer ball lid, and he got to keep it! He was so so so happy to hold his cup and drink out of it, and even more happy when it got to come home with us.
Another day, Ashton was talking to himself about balls. He pulled up his shirt and said, "little baseball tummy!" I decided to ask him what kind of tummy I have, and he said, "big basketball tummy!" Hmm. I suppose I did ask for it. When Daddy got home that night he said the same thing--he has a little baseball tummy, and I have a big basketball tummy. So Daddy asked, "What kind of tummy do I have?" And he thought for a second and said, "soccer ball tummy!" Ha ha!
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