Did I mention our kid has a bit of a ball obsession?
You might think every trip through the Rainbow produce department with him was instead a trip to a ball factory.
What's that? A cantaloupe? Wrong, it's a ball.
Apple? Ball.
Orange? Ball.
Tomato? Yes, you guessed it.
Grapes? Little balls.
Blueberries? Ditto.
Today, as I was putting groceries away, I stepped into the bathroom for a moment, then returned to find a just-chucked apple bouncing across the kitchen floor. "BALL!"
And then there was much sadness as the balls disappeared into the produce drawer.
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