For instance: a few months ago, we were in a shop and BallFiend spotted a display of rubber balls. He was examining each intently, then playing with them all around the store, while DeepSpice and I were looking the items we had come to purchase. Anyway, the manager saw BallFiend's delight and said to him:
"that is the last ball of that type left [it featured the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles breaking through a brick wall] and I want to get rid of it anyway, so would BallFiend like to have it to keep?"Stupid question. So we left the shop with our purchases and another ball for the 'ballpit' in BallFiend's bedroom.
And, for instance: this morning, DeepSpice took BallFiend down to the local oval to watch the under 8s playing soccer. As it turned out, BallFiend wasn't interested in watching the kids playing soccer, but he was thrilled to see so many balls everywhere, laying all around the edge of the oval. Apparently he ran from one to the next, examining each, and calling for DeepSpice to follow along behind him as he moved onto the next, then the next.
At half time, BallFiend went out on the field and kicked a ball into the goal a few times. He had trouble understanding why he had to leave the field when the game resumed.
At the end, when it was time to pack up, BallFiend was eager to help pick up soccer balls and put them away in the big mesh bags. DeepSpice said the coach was so impressed that he gave BallFiend a yellow soccer ball to take home. Apparently there were at least 50 balls around the place, so one wasn't going to be missed anyway.
Whilst it was good entertainment for a morning, DeepSpice told me hopes that BallFiend doesn't want to go and play soccer when he is older, mainly due to the presence of less-desirable traits amongst some of the parents. In particular, the creepy coach who was wearing skin-tight lyrca leggings and clearly had no underwear underneath!
And thus, in hindsight I realise I should have given BallFiend the moniker of "BallMagnet" for this blog...
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