This weekend I had a ball incident.  I was running, shaking my blue ball when somehow it got caught on one of my teeth and flipped me over.  I was in shock.  I staggered to my feet and wondered WTH.  Mom investigated, saw that I had torn the  handle, promptly disposed of it and produced a new and larger ball.

Pretty cool, huh?

I was having a good time so the fun police had to check it out.

She was not interested because it is definitely too big for her.

Mine. ~ Indy