aftermath of a 100 balls

A long time ago, my sis Shirley's friend whom was an uncle himself to a few nephews and nieces advised her that..."If you were ever to buy toys for kids, DO NOT but those balls from IKEA". Yes, those advise were tucked somwhere deep in my mind until hub bought JD a bag of 100 balls from Toys r Us! While having some time to myself at home on Sunday, hub and JD got bored and went into the city for some shopping.

Few hours later, I heard a very excited kid running through the door saying "mommy, look, balls, daddy!" What he was trying to say was "mommy, look, daddy bought me a bag of balls". Ah, with 100 balls in the house, there will never be a moment of boredom for JD! But with 100 balls, it is a lot of picking up to do after each game.

So, now after each game of balls kicking, throwing, chucking, hitting, golfing .... I get JD to help me pack the balls away. That way, it is only fair, hee hee.