There once was a ball named Red.
Okay so his name wasn't really Red.
He was just Red - bright red in color.
I got him one day thinking we'd be friends - I mean like really good friends because he was going to help make my legs and butt and stomach and everything else look really good and boy to me if you make that happen that makes you a REALLY good friend. So good my BFF may have to lose her title.
But it turns out......
If you leave your friend outside during a full week of rain, you let your niece and nephew and ay other kids that come over kick him, throw him and beat him up roll him around in the dirt - he won't like you anymore.
He won't help you and the friendship.....well it's pretty much over.
I wonder if he'll ever come back.....even if I pump him back up with air so he's not flat??
I wonder if he will......I guess I have to make an attempt to see if that will happen? Red also has a little brother named Blue but he gave me up months ago when he got left in the garage for a very long time.
I need a latte!