It began innocently enough. Teddy Bear was enjoying his new toy, just making his way around the house, the sound of plastic echoing on my concrete floors.
I began making dinner and setting the table while the girls played... just another normal night right?
As I made my way to the table with the silverware, I glanced down and caught a glimpse of Teddy Bear in his ball.
He was laying on his back, arms and legs flailed out as if they were surrendering, his head turned to the side, his nose a little bloodied. I picked up the ball to examine him closer, confused as to what was going on with him. I summoned dh over... "Look at Teddy Bear... what's wrong with him?" He's just as confused as me.
Then Lil Sis comes over and looks at me with this, just, scared, surprised look on her face.
"Mama, I woll it, mama. I not frow it! I woll it!"
Oh. Friggin. No.
My rule with balls in the house is that it's okay to roll them, but not throw them (hence, nothing gets broken).
Let the record show - mama's got a new rule.
No rolling hamsters in the house.