Wrestling Match! Newlie 1, Mom 0
Well, Newlie and I inadvertently got into a wrestling match today. He is always trying to bring his nasty tennis ball from outside into the house and this is a no-no and he knows it. He has plenty of balls inside the house, by the way, but he still wants to bring the tennis balls in, I think partly because he just wants to and partly as a game. Sometimes, he hides the ball in his mouth in such a way that I can’t see it and then once he is inside, he flashes it at me.
I have recently found this way of positioning myself at the back door that works pretty well. I have a ball in my hand, and while he focuses on that, he drops his own ball and goes in and then I drop my ball and come in behind him. He always thinks the ball in my hand is better than the one he has, so it never fails.
But today, I am not positioned right and when Newlie drops his ball, I put my foot on it. Of course, that is a challenge and he begins to pry the ball from underneath my foot with his mouth. He is determined, but so am I, so it is a stalemate. He stops for a moment and I tell him to “get in the house” and he starts to go so I step off the ball. But then, he whirls around at the last minute to come back through the door to get the ball and I am trying to block him and pin him to the door with my leg. Needless to say, he finally got free, grabbed the ball and ran into the house. I could have killed him. I was like “YOU. DROP. THAT. BALL. RIGHT. NOW. MISTER! and he casually dropped it at my feet. I could swear I saw a grin.