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.
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.