Bea: What do you mean I have to drop the ball before you can throw it?
My Margret: I can’t throw the ball if it’s still in your mouth.
Bea: But I don’t want to let it go.
My Margret: Well you’ve got a choice to make then.
Bea: Sigh….
Note: Seriously this happens almost every time. Sometimes Bea turns and goes back in the house with it still in her mouth. Sometimes she slowly drops it so it can be thrown again and sometimes I hear the thunk of a dropped ball as soon as I turn to go into the house. When I turn around she’s looking at me with sad eyes tennis ball at her feet. Yes, I throw it one more time. The struggle is real. 😂 ~My Margret
