Duckball

Last night in the tub I invented a new game: Duckball!

Yes, that's right. I have a new duck, a gift from my friend Millie. Yep, another duck. I am not sure how many ducks I now have, but it must be more than fourteen, which is as high as I can currently count. But each one is special. Anyway, she brought it back for me from her holiday [Am. Eng.: vacation] in Dubai; he comes from this nice hotel. He wears sunglasses, so he's a pretty cool duck. Anyway, last night I started trying to throw him like a basketball, and then kick him like a soccer ball [Br. Eng: football]. I told Mommy I was playing "Duckball!" Makes sense, huh? After all, there are footballs and basketballs and baseballs (I should know--I have all of those on my shoes and they light up!). Why not a duckball?

Mommy told me to sit down and not try to run around in the tub. I guess she's not into sports the way I am.

I also told Mommy yesterday that I want to fly planes. After all, I told her, "DaDa fly planes, Uncle Bill fly planes." So, "JoMo fly planes, too!"

MaMa's reaction: "Maybe I should let you play duckball...."