Jack has become very attached to his orange ball. Actually, it isn't his. It's mine. I stole it from an arcade in Niagra Falls when I was 19 or 20. It was perfect for self-massage. It's small and hard (that's what she said) so it's great at zapping trigger points. Anyway, I gave it to Jack the other day to play with and I swear he hasn't let go of it since.
The ball has gone grocery shopping. It has gone to the bank. The ball tags along with Jack to every meal. Jack chases the ball down the hallway. Jack tries to eat the ball. Jack tries to eat the ball while he's nursing. He climbs on the furniture with the ball in his his hand. Jack loves the little orange ball and the little orange ball loves Jack.
I also wanted to confess that Keith and I have been eating ice cream for breakfast all week. Over the weekend we made a whole lot of apple crisp. It contains oatmeal and apples. So Keith figures, why not eat it for breakfast...with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
I'm not so into apple crisp for breakfast. I have, however, been scooping the vanilla ice cream into my morning coffee. Yum!
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