There might be more entertaining things than playing catch on a gray rainy day with a rambunctious three-year-old little girl...but today I can't think of one.
"Come on, Papa," are the three words that lead me on into another grand adventure...and grand adventures are to ever to be had even on days when the clouds are crying and we're stuck inside the house looking for things to do.
So we search for treasure and we talk with the stuffed cats and cows that share a little girl's bed and we play catch with a colorful soft rubber ball that bounces off walls and fish tanks and ceilings without breaking anything.
There might be more entertaining things than playing catch on gray rainy day...more delightful than the unabashed laughter of a three-year-old little girl enjoying the day...but today I certainly can't think of one.
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