Tuesday, April 21, 2009

they're back...

I'm pretty certain I've written about my distaste for them before...yep, right there. I thought I had them all out of the house. That is, until the 6 oldest kids saw the dentist recently, and every one of them came home with a new toothbrush, paste, floss, and what else? A Bouncy ball!!!! Come on, already! Can you believe it. From the dentist of all places. What's next? Chicken bone treats for doggies at the vet? Geesh. Anyhow, this evening, being trapped indoors with the weather, the bouncy balls made their way out with a vengeance. All six of them, bouncing in the hallways, baby-bouncing in the tiniest most annoying way on the coffee table, in Lucy's mouth (repeatedly.) It was like a really bad dream. I'm running out of space on my windowsill for small confiscated toys, and most of the kids can get them back from there now anyhow. To the top of the fridge they go... the bouncy balls that is.
Praying for warm weather tomorrow that we might be outside. (Bouncy balls long since forgotten.) Pray with me, please.