We've been playing with the big red rolling ball some more today---quite a bit, actually.
Quinn's does most of the pushing. I sort of watch.
It's okay, she likes it.
Then the ball swallowed Willow.
Again---it happens a lot.
Then I went in for the kill.
I rolled and all of that---and came out alive. Because I'm just that good.
Then I made faces.
And laughed. Has anybody noticed that when I laugh it sometimes looks like I'm in pain?
Then I acted like Shawn Spencer from Psych, and used the giant red ball as my magic head.
Quinn thought it all very unimpressive.
But Fletcher found it very funny.
I'm training him young to like Psych.
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