1) Walking down the street, a child dropped one of those big plastic bouncy balls, which started rolling toward the street. I scooped it up and handed it to whom I assume was the child's sister, who hardly even thanked me for handling one of her brother's balls.
2) At the subway station near my house, a ball started rolling towards the tracks. I again stooped down to pick it up and handed it to a man who was with his infant. This time, the kid's father was very gracious when I grabbed his baby's ball.
Oh I forgot, Dad, don't read this.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Children's Balls I've Handled This Week
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As long as you're talking about children's balls, this is awesome: Take a two-year-old to Target, and buy them the biggest rubber ball they can carry. Actually, the best part of this is not actually buying the ball or playing with it -- it's marching the child carrying this huge ball down every aisle, and watching the glares of sheer avarice that other kids throw your way. (Playing with it is also fun.)
SD
P.S. Did you know newborn boys have giant, giant testicles? And that this phenomenon is in no hurry to subside? Cleaning down there is like raking leaves underneath a deflated hot air balloon.
P.P.S. Okay, I'm done now.
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