BALL BALL BALL

The Husband brought home a cantaloupe last week. Master J saw it and immediately said, "Ball."

I said smiling, "That's right, it looks like a ball, but really it's a cantaloupe and we will eat it."

Master J: BALL.

Me: um, sort of but no no you can't play with it because we are going to eat it.

Master J: BALL. BALL BALL BALL BALL BALL.

Me: Right. Why don't we put it away for now.
*placed cantaloupe in refrigerator*

Master J (runs to refrigerator, crying now): BALL BALL BALL BALL BALL BALL BALL

*sigh*
Flash forward to the next day. Master J wakes up and nurses. Gets out of bed and runs upstairs to the kitchen and over to the refrigerator.

Master J: BALL BALL BALL BALL BALL!

That night we cut the cantaloupe (to a rousing chorus of "ball"). The Husband shows Master J one half of the cantaloupe and says, "See, it's a cantaloupe for eating and not a ball for playing." Master J looks and looks and starts to laugh and laugh. He takes a breath, smiles and says, "Ball."