We had a (Pink Sparkly Soccer) Ball.

Sometimes on Saturday afternoon you just need to run around with a pink sparkly soccer ball.  Ya know?

Or you can just sit on it.  Whatever you feel like.  This ‘ball’ thing is so fun!

The wind sometimes blows your hair everywhere.

But that’s ok, because I’ve got my pink sparkly soccer ball.

And this guy.  He’s my dad.  He’s my favorite person to play ball with.  My mom just acts ridiculous aiming this black square thing at my face and making loud nosies so I’ll smile at her.  

But I’m smarter than that.  I just keep doing my thing;  looking cute in my jeggings.  

I also distract her with my clever stick discoveries,

And my cute Bam-Bam ponytail.

I keep telling my Dad that Mom is crazy.  

It’s perfectly normal to want to sit on my pink sparkly soccer ball all afternoon.  Right?

But I think deep down, Mom knows that sweet brown eyes like this are not normal.  At least not in mommy’s heart.  Seems like she and Dad love me a lot and whether I want to sit on the soccer ball or actually play soccer, they just like to hang out with me.

I guess it’s because I’m so awesome.