I mean, it's about 13" in diameter at its widest. The whole point was for Flynt to catch it ... and it's sort of hard and big, so ... we didn't think it would work.
Oh, right. I know. You're thinking, "Why didn't your mom toss it to you, Maggie? Then you could see if it's catchable." Yeah. Only I don't catch. I just don't. It's a Siberian thing.
To make a long story short, we squared Aunt Beth away with a football stuffy - and later learned Flynt did an AWESOME job with it! If we get a link to his commercial, we'll link it up! But now ... what to do with our football? It's normally an "outside only" toy, but Mom decided since it was in the house anyway ... she and I should play a little football!
She threw it a bunch of times and I blocked it; I zoomed and zoomed and ran and ran; I had a ball! And then ...
|"Oh, wow. Look at this!"|
Yep. Starting to spontaneously explode.
Then Mom threw it for me a few more times and ...
|"Hey! Hey! Check it out!"|
Isn't that amazing!??! I mean, don't they always tell football players to "attack the ball"!?! I think the Kansas City Chiefs could use me, don't you!?!?
Mom was so proud of me, she posted this next photo to FaceBook:
|"Aw, shucks, Mom!"|
Mom says I have some serious skills. All I know is I had a ball!