Someone Help a Brother Out

A few days ago, I found myself in quite a pickle. I was playing with the glow-in-the-dark bouncy ball that Gramama Jo gave me for Christmas (the one that I can never manage to stuff in my mouth because it's just a shade too big). And wouldn't you know it, it landed straight into Dad's stinky sneaker.

I had no idea how I was ever going to get it out. Mom was in the kitchen making dinner. When she came out and found me in my predicament, she just threw up her hands and said, "Sorry little man, you're on your own with this one. I ain't venturing near that thing."

These are the moments in my life when I really, really wish that I had an opposable thumb. Humph.