(Okay, according to Simon, it's never too hot for ball.)
It's like in the high eighties here today, whoo. Seattle is not supposed to get this hot, so the crew and I for the most part have been inside for the past week and flopped in front of the fan and the AC.
Of course, that leads to stir-crazy Cardis who start playing shuffleboard with random objects they find in the living room. ;) So, we went out and had a quick play/photo session and wiped them totally out, the little goobers.
Okay, it wiped me out too. Crud, it's hot. I was about ready to fight them to see which one of us got to go sit in the fish pond. *grin*
Simon got a new jolly ball. It's taken him a bit to figure how to pick it up, so it allowed us all to point and laugh at him while he yelled at it for not cooperating.
(Caleb said to put down the darn camera. He was done already. BARK!)
Hmm, this IS a big ball!
Manic ball face. All mine! It's the One True Ball!
Stretch limo or Caleb, you all decide... (wish I hadn't cut off the end of his nose, but hey, that's how it goes with Mister Wiggles.)
Someone knows he's hot stuff. Brat.
"No, pike off, you little striped heathen! Balls are not for the likes of you!"
(And at the end of a hot day, it's good to finally find a use for your brother.) ;)