If there's one thing Ramsay cannot resist, it's the hypnotic allure of a tennis ball. Regular-sized, mini, or bowling ball-sized, 5 minutes alone with it and the poor ball's rind is scattered throughout our house like the entrails of some hapless victim of an apex predator.
|the evidence is circumstantial. |
i have no idea how it got there. i'm being framed!
You got your tennis ball out of the toybox again, didn't you?
why no, father, i am quite sure i haven't the slightest clue what you are talking about. perhaps you should ask my stuffed-dragon-friend. i saw him milling about the toybox not 20 minutes ago....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY (yesterday) TO NEWMAMA FROM THE TWO OF US!!!