They are Grandpa's Balls!

The boys love, love, love their balls. We have an entire toy chest dedicated to anything round that can be kicked, bounced or thrown. After a night at Grandma and Grandpa's though a new ball was introduced to the mix...a golf ball!

Now you might be wondering what the big deal is, it's just a golf ball, right? Not for Mike...he does not like the fact that they like bouncing the balls on our hardwood floors (which have already been scratched beyond repair by our precious River). He has even gone so far as to "throw" the golf balls out of the door into the front yard in the snow to get rid of them, only to look back at two sets of eyes with tears flowing like a river. Note: He didn't really throw the balls out the door, he held onto them, but to the rest of us amateurs we truly thought he did it. He just wanted to prove his point that golf balls do not belong in the house, they belong OUTSIDE!

Just the other day the golf balls reappeared. This time it was Jackson that was enthralled by them. He was happily bouncing them in the dining room when Mike looked at Braden and told him, "go tell your brother to put those DAMN golf balls away" when Braden immediately responded with, "Daddy, those aren't DAMN balls they are GRANDPA's balls!!!"

To see it through their eyes...