The Beach Ball that Fell from Heaven

SBS has been enamored of balls--softballs, basketballs, soccer balls, any kind of balls--since before he could talk. One of the first phrases I remember hearing him say was, "A ball!" At first, it sounded more like, "A baw!" He said it a lot.

It was a bit of a challenge to take him to a store like Toys R Us, or any other store that had figured out you could get a little kid's attention pretty quickly with a wall full of balls. "A baw! A baw!"

So I don't know why we took him to the beach without thinking to get him a beach ball. We had lots of sand toys which delighted him and The Fred, but no beach ball.

One of the days we were there, DH and Mommadrool had taken the little ones to the pool, and while they were playing in the shallow water, lo and behold, a beach ball sailed down from heaven and landed in the pool!

(Okay, so maybe it fell from the 23rd floor. We're not sure--it was way up there.) SBS claimed his prize, and he was the proud owner of a beach ball for the remainder of the trip.