The other ball - Valeria- July 2018

About two weeks ago she came asking me for a ball. I thought it was the blow up ball out in the sun. So there I went to pick up the ball. As I’m standing at the door to the sunroom, she starts crying as if I can’t possibly understand what she’s trying to say. I look to her puzzled, and asked you don’t want me to get the ball? She kept on crying as if saying can’t you possibly understand what I’m saying. OK then where is the ball? She held my hand, Walked me over to the fridge, and pointed it to the floor. It turned out she wanted the bouncing ball they had fallen under the fridge.