 Where did my ball go, Mom? I want to play.
My little girl, Katie, is such a lovebug, but she also lives to play. She especially loves to fetch her little balls, particularly when we play outside. We play a few times a day, mostly outside, but with the darkness coming early, we have had to alter our playtimes. Despite this, every time we go outside, no matter for what reason, Katie starts dancing because she thinks I will be throwing her ball. Sometimes it's a challenge to take her for a walk, because she'd love to be able to take it with her.
We had a nor'easter which droppe a bit of snow. I wasn't planning on playing ball, but Katie had other ideas. I figured I'd throw the ball a couple of times for her, and then we'd go inside. What I didn't consider was that the weight of the ball would make it sink. Katie kept running for the ball, but it would sink on her, and she'd look all over for it.
The first pictures are of Katie looking at me, as if to say, "What happened to my ball, Mom?" She is a real tomboy, but she also is a prima donna. She did not want to get her face wet in the snow. I definitely need to get her soft booties for the snow. |