knowing our audience, i try not to post too many of these (parents seem to find this kind of thing wildly entertaining while non-parents aren’t so wowed), but i’m a day late on the gambit and need something easy.

so, max turned one last january. pastor brian was kind enough to make it to the party, and, for a gift, brought three big, bouncy, playground-type balls. i believe the direct quote was something like “i’ve got a boy and i know how much he likes balls, so i assume your boy will like them too.” and he does; those things are constantly bouncing throughout our kitchen and family room. (have i thanked you already for that, brian?) anyway. one of the balls is a mini-basketball that features the logos of all 30 nba teams. on tuesday evening soph was playing with said ball and had this question:

“mommy… daddy… (editor’s note: she typically addresses both of us.) why this cow angry?”

confused, sara and i walk over and look at the ball. what was soph pointing at?

yep.