Entry FeedSon Two has this ball. It is called a Balzac ball. We bought it for him last time we were in Florida. It is a canvas cover with a special balloon inside. Actually, it is pretty cool.
We saw them at Disney, Animal Kingdom. Son Two doesn't ask for much, unlike Son One, who asks for everything, and daughter, who asks for everything, but in pink. When Son Two saw these balls he fell in love! We said we would pick one up on our way out of the park, but when we went to leave, we couldn't find them for sale ANYWHERE! After harassing at least six Disney employees, who are surprisingly not easily harassed, we were told that they sell EVERYTHING at Downtown Disney.
So off we went. We FINALLY found the Balzac Ball stall, and Son Two picked out one with Mickey Mouse's head. We bought extra balloons, and he was happy.
Last night we found the ball, and blew it up again. I made a rule after a few of my perfume bottles were knocked off my dresser - you can play in your room, or the basement.
This afternoon, Son Two and Daughter were painting in the kitchen again. When Son Two started playing with his ball, I reminded him of the basement or bedroom rule - NOT THE KITCHEN. I went upstairs to wash the paint off of Daughter (not understanding exactly how she got her forehead.)
Sure enough, as I am walking down the stairs, I saw Son Two playing in the kitchen, and the I heard a splash. The dirty paint water was knocked all over the kitchen floor.
"I thought you had cleaned up already!" he yelled at me.
See? Sometimes mommy is right.