Tormented over Balls
It all started on Thursday when I went to pick WC up from pre K. It was so nice out Giggles and I had the windows down in the car. We were almost at WC’s school when Giggles started shouting ball, and pointing out the window. He had thrown his bouncy ball out the window. This was one of the few balls he knew was his and only his. It was the cutest one I had seen in a long time. It was white with the shiny colored confetti mixed in. On our way back home we stopped a few times and I walked down the street looking for it and I think we drove like 5 miles an hour some of the way. Well I gave up and we went home. I went to get him out of his seat and he looked at me and said ball like I was supposed to have it and hand it over to him. My heart broke for him over this silly little ball. I thought to myself wow the things I will do to make my kids happy. So I guess we will make a trip to the fun factory and hopefully get enough tickets to get him another one. Then came Sunday morning and Giggles brought me one of his toys. It was the blow up push toy that rolls back to the baby and helps them to learn to crawl. Well he found it in his room and brought it to me and so I blew it up for him. The whole time I was blowing it up he was smacking it and saying “ball”. Finally, it was done and I gave him the toy and what do you know he screamed at me and shoved it back in my arms. What? Thinking he was unsure I rolled it on the ground and that made him scream even more. Poor Giggles went and got it, brought it back, pointed inside the toy and said “ball”. I finally figured it out he wanted the little balls inside the toy. I tried to explain they wouldn’t come out but he didn’t want to hear it. Frustrated I told him to take it to Papa and off he went whimpering “ball”. DP apparently didn’t do anything for him because two minutes later he came back whining “ball”. Once again, I tried to tell him they don’t come out. Pissed off he grabbed the toy and ran into WC’s room. A few minutes later he came back out with the toy and WC’s play chisel. Then gave me the toy to hold as he tried to stab the seam and I couldn’t help but laugh. Again, I tried to explain to him that that balls didn’t come out and it ended with him storming off into his room screaming and crying and shutting his door behind him. He had to sit in his room crying for a good few minutes when I went to check on him. The poor boy was sitting in the dark in front of his closet with another toy. It was one where you drop the balls in and they come out on the side with extra places to drop from and come out of, and it played some music when the balls hit the bottom. So here is Giggles crying in his room whimpering ball and holding his toy trying to shove some dog toy ball about the size of a tennis ball down the slot that a ping pong ball would fit in. I felt bad and for him so we went to find the balls that went to the toy. We could only find one but he was happy for a while. Then just before dinner time he started all over again and I happened to be on the phone with my mom. Who asked what his problem was and after I told her the story and both the toys actually came from her. She felt so bad listening to him whimper ball that she said it was torturing him and to just pop the thing and give him the balls. Okay I figured she bought and was the one saying pop it so what the hell. I got a steak knife, sliced a big whole and gave Giggles the balls. That child was so happy. He ran into the other room with all three balls to show DP. Then he ran to his room and sat down with his toy and dropped his balls in with the biggest smile on his face. He sat and played with that toy and then when he came out into the living room he brought the toy and the balls. He wasn’t about to let them out of his sight after all he went through to get them. Even this morning when he got up he ran straight for the balls with a big smile on his face.
