one three year old girl + one dirty old foot ball = pretty football

So, today I am on the phone in the kitchen trying to register the girl for school (a little traumatic...for me) when I hear "mama watch my new free throw". BANG, CRASH, THUD a rainbow football flies into the kitchen bouncing of everything followed closely by the girl "did you see that!?". Up until this point the football had been lovingly cradled in her arms and sometimes in her doll bed.



This picture was taken a year ago when the football was being "tucked into" a mixing bowl for the night. This Christmas she became obsessed with the old school drummer boy Christmas special. During this faze the football was Baabaa the lamb, "you mustn't die Baabaa" (ohh I can imagine the therapy bills)
Recently she has been watching some basketball with her father so she is realizing that the various balls in life have actual purposes other than practicing nurturing skills. Being the fantastical girl that she is she figures out a way to combine the nurturing and the sports.
Her solution...pretty footballs!