Before our arrival, Nana found some balls for the kids to play with outside. The simplest gift, yet oh, so special.
Mabel was assigned her very own pink ball. Perhaps claimed is the right word.
Every day that we were at Nana's, Mabel shrieked, "MY BALL!" when she looked out the window. If she saw something round on television or down the street or in a book she yelped, "MY BALL!"
It actually sounded more like "MAAAAAAHHH BAWL!" Very darling.