I am trying really hard to be a responsible parent (and citizen) and not over-indulge the boy. He has more toys than he knows what to do with already. However, when I stumbled across this suitcase of "100 Fun Ballz" I could not resist. His affection for balls borders on obsession. I mean, "ball" was his 1st word. Everything he sees that is round, a grapefruit or a knob, he points to and says "Baw." I mean, how could I deny him 100 of the thing that makes him so happy?



Truitt's affection for balls has been the source for much laughter in our house. My grandmother just cannot help but say things like "Look at how Truitt loves to play with his balls" or "Truitt is always playing with his balls." Maybe we're childish, but Ray and I have to laugh each and every time she says these things. She has tried to correct herself, but that always makes it worse. Ha!
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