Balls to the wall||Portland
Sawyer has always liked balls, but lately, I feel that his interest has turned into a bordering-on-unhealthy obsession. He has to have a ball in hand at all times; he demands two small rubber balls to hold at night as he lays down, and he forces me to sing him this song i made up (about balls) on repeat before he closes his eyes. It goes like this: basketball, golfball, football, snowball! foosball, eyeball, ALL KINDS OF BALLS! soccer ball, beach ball, bouncy ball, small ball! fireball, hairball, ALL KINDS OF BALLS! If I stop singing the song at any given point in time, the little task master screams at me to stay on track: bawl! BAWL! If I follow orders, he will usually pass out, and for this, I am always thankful.
crazy balls.
bossy balls.
tired balls.
You might try singing “twinkle twinkle little ball” or even better yet “ball ball ball ball, ball ball ball” to the tune of twinkle. Bina is into this song with many versions: cupcake, mama, chicka dee, you name it. Balls would be just lovely.
Oh how you make me smile
))))) Oddbally enough Eric and I stocked up on small balls for your visit to the cabs. shhhhhhhhhh don’t tell Sawyer.
Well you could always say that AC/DC favorite…”I’ve got Big Balls”…or not. I am sure he would love that. Not sure about introducing kids to that old rock band, but it’s inevitable. Little Miss G’s mighty fond of “TNT Dynamite!”. Oy oy oy! Shudder.
Live it. Love it. Balls.
How about row your balls down the stream…yikes..a song in my head for the day!!!!
I love you all xoxoP
Chorus addition? Pin balls, ping-pong balls, moth balls, curve balls, hand balls, snow balls, blue balls, 8 balls, disco balls.
Pascual actually gets an ERECTION when he see’s balls. And that is no joke.