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.