Tan has a ball. It’s a small, weird ball that actually fell off a badmitton birdie. To say that she loves it would be an understatement. She plays endless minutes of chase-the-ball-down-the-hall, but it often gets stuck under a closed door, resulting in her sitting outside of it, making noises like she might have been attacked by rabid mice.
Yesterday, Tan found a way to stop the madness. She apparently carried her ball into the bathtub. I kept hearing weird noises (not exactly a first in my house) from the bathroom. When I went to check it out, there was Tan, chasing the ball around the tub, where it couldn’t escape.
She seemed very proud of herself.
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