Ball

 A few weeks ago, the neighbor boy kept "giving" us all his toys- like, "Here, take my beloved and expensive stuffed frog named Charlie that I carry around with me everywhere."  The LAST thing I need is for Hannie to chew up Charlie and then I am out searching for a Charlie replica or writing a check for a damn stuffed animal.  So I immediately hid Charlie in our closet until the boy returned to retrieve him- which I knew he would and he already had.  But when he was in the process of toting his beloved crap over here, he then asked, "May I please borrow the girls' blue ball?"

Dude.  What am I going to say?  "No, sorry.  But thanks for your stuff [that I don't want]."  Master manipulator indeed. 

 So I was like, "Okay." 

Guess who asks for this stupid ball every day.  I'd like to add that it was barely played with and cost like $4.  But because Jax knows someone else has it, she wants it back. 

Also, I recently noticed that she has like 100 containers of bubbles.