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Why Weimaraners Don’t Play For the NBA

May 16th, 2007

One of Kenny’s favorite pastimes  was dunking this crazy basketball (covered with pictures of farm animals… don’t ask) into this Little Tikes basketball hoop that I rescued from the curb during bulk trash day a few months ago.   Everytime he starts doing it, Dudley is at the ready to chase down the ball, presumeably to offer assistance by playing for the imginary opposing team, though in reality unwittingly spoiling Kenny’s rebound stats.   Earlier this week the inevitable happened when Dudley’s teeth made their way through the rubber and deflated the ball in seconds.   Kenny was dumbstruck and not at all good-natured about Dudley’s gaffe.  

I’ve been promising ever since to buy him a new one, and since we haven’t made it to a store that sells tyke-sized basketballs, we picked up a crazy $1.99 neon blue bouncy ball at the CVS store today.   He was so excited, he crowed, “New Bass-kit ball!” all through the checkout line, and insisted that he “hode it!” all the way home.   As I unstrapped him from the carseat, he said, “Slam dunk!   New bass-kit ball!”   and we ran through the house to the backyard so he could play.   No sooner had he made his first shot than Dudley jumped up, caught it in mid-air and popped the sucker in one bite.

Kenny actually sat down, dropped his head and said softly, “Dudley chewed up bass-kit ball.”   Dudley, seemingly aware that he’d done something awful, dropped his own head and slunk off to his bed, lying down with a “humph.”   I walked over to Kenny and put my arm around him and said, “Honey, I’m so sorry that Dudley ruined your new ball.   We’ll go back to the store after your nap and buy you a new one, ok?”   He looked up and said, “Kenny nap now?”   So we ate an early lunch (or is 10:15 considered a snack?) and I put him in his bed.   “New bass-kit ball afta na-time Mama?”   We rubbed heads on it, and he curled up and went to sleep.

Such a sweet little boy.  


  1. Kimmie says

    That is so cute… I can’t tell you how many times Rusty has popped, chewed or eaten and entire ball of any kind. Oy Vey! Buy 3 next time… 😉

    May 16th, 2007 | #

  2. LanceyPants says

    Bless your heart! I love the humor you keep about you as you raise one toddler and deal with the four-legged eternal toddler. It sounds like both of them were quite disappointed over the broken toy.

    May 18th, 2007 | #

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