Not nearly so much like a ball… October 9, 2007
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , trackbackWe seem to have trouble with our balls at camp.
Last year, for instance, while playing kickball with bases (i.e., like baseball except kicking instead of hitting), Jesse kicked the ball and it went sailing up in the air. It was rather flat, as was discovered by the unfortunate first-baseman who tried to kick it somewhere.
This year, though, topped that one as we were playing soccer. The ball disappeared. Jacob, who was our star player, and had gotten knocked down in the same hustle which lost the ball, looked about for it.Â
After a moment, he realized where it was.
He was sitting on it.
I’m still a bit uncertain as to why it took him so long to discover that he was sitting on the soccer ball… perhaps it could be explained by his fondness for hitting the balls off his head.
Okay. That was a short entry, but there it is. To anyone concerned about the levity of my posts, I assure you, they will get more serious. At some point. When I feel like it. But right now some randomness must spill out so that it doesn’t interfere with the general day-time stuff.
And besides, who wouldn’t enjoy hearing about Jacob looking for the ball which he was sitting on? It was a great moment; he looked so sheepish. This is the same Jacob who, while on crutches, kept doing a happy dance.
Yep.
Goodnight. Dios le bendiga.Â
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Haha….. oh wow. That would certainly make me quite sheepish, lol.
Oh, and when I read the title of this post I immediately thought “ball” as in dancing, lol.
Actually, us four oldest girls had an impromptu *cough* “ball” last night to entertain our grandma. Abigail and Emma soon quit however, and me and Alexandra trying to be everyone at once was rather exhausting. The Virginia Reel was pretty fun though.