Ball baby

(Photo taken during FHE. As you can see, we aren't the most formal bunch.)

After dinner, last night, Soren followed me around the kitchen island, demanding a ball. 

"I don't have your ball. Your soccer ball is over there, under the sofa.  See?" 

"Ball! Ball! My ball! I want my ball! No! Mine! Baaaaaallllll!!!"  

He cried and hit me and pulled at my shirt sobbing "give it back! My ball!"

Finally Aaron started laughing when he realized the problem. He walked over and lifted my shirt up revealing my bare belly to Soren where he had been hitting me. 

Soren froze and quit screaming immediately. "Hey! Where ball go?" And he looked quizzically around behind my back. 

As soon as I pulled my shirt back down over my belly, he was furious again. "No! Mommy! My ballllll!!!!!

Corbin often hides things under the front of his shirt after taking them away from his siblings. Soren was an engry elf that I would hide his ball under my shirt, when it left such an obvious bump to taunt him with. He yelled and hit my belly over and over again,  "My ball, Mommy!" 

I lifted my shirt again. "No ball. That's a baby in there." 

Silent treatment and a furrowed brow from Saunchy. 

Aaron lifted HIS shirt and then Soren's shirt, to expose their ball babies, too, and we all laughed.

He now brings me balls and pats (read: fiercely hits) my belly, "Ball. Mom. Here ball. My ball."