Kermit balls.
We went to play at the dinosaur play area at Flatiron Crossings Mall this afternoon, after a marathon Christmas present shopping spree. While there, Holden suddenly appeared, bouncing up and down with enough movement to make me more than a little motion sick. This is what he told me:
“Mom, mom, mom, mom, MOM, MOOOOMMMMMM! I jumped from the top and I landed and did you see me I swam under water and did you know that I did a kermit ball?”
Hank looked at me, way confused.
As I am fluent in Holdenese, I translated.
“He means a cannonball,” I told Hank.
It’s not easy being green.
