Did you know daddy is a tennis star? I got to watch him play in a tournament (that means a big game with lots of smaller games within it) this weekend. I always love to cheer, especially for daddy, but I kept getting shh-ed. I guess you aren't supposed to cheer while the ball goes back and forth, only when it is on the ground. Mommy let me try her tennis racket and gave me a ball to play with too. I kept trying to have the ball go off the racket, but it didn't work. That's OK. Eating the ball was just as fun.
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This tastes....fuzzy.
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| Concentrating on the game. |
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