So I lost my rubber bouncing ball (it's little, so I call it my baby ball) a few months ago. I was looking under the buffet in the kitchen (just because), and I saw it! Yay! I managed to get it out and bounce it a few times before Mommy took it away because it she said it was too small.
I forgot about my ball for a while, but I remembered just before bedtime. I asked Mommy for it, and she said it went to sleep. She said I could play with it tomorrow.
I woke up this morning (tomorrow), and told Mommy to wake up. I told her to "look at the light outside, time to wake up Mommy." Mommy got up, and the first thing I did was ask her for my baby ball. I told her I wanted to bounce it.
Poor Mommy--she looked for my ball for 30 minutes. I still don't know where it is.
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Hi, Jacob. I have some of your little bouncy balls here, too, but I also have a larger green bouncy ball that you won't be able to fit in your mouth that Mommy can let you play with next time you come to my house. In the meantime, listen to mommy. Maybe I can help you find your baby ball the next time I come to your house.
Love,
Grandma
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