Balls | But I Smile Anyway...

So the SoCS prompt this week is Balls… (Hope you like it Linda!)

I’ve often thought of trying a SoCS post but the time is never right…

This week however, read the prompt and a story came to mind immediately.

Not a fiction story, but just a recount really of a short conversation I had with my fast growing up 10 year old son, Lil Man, yesterday evening.

My children were discussing standing on the wall at break, and lunchtime. This is a kind of time out that is used in our playgrounds for the children to reflect if they have been a little naughty…

There are three playgrounds, one for the little one, one for the lower juniors and one for the upper juniors.

There is a fantastic playing space and climbing frames for the small children, but no ball games. The other playgrounds have four-square courts, and football pitches.

Lil Princess asked her brother it he had ever been on the wall. Now my some loves a good kick about, and has a tremendous kick on him for one so small.

“Yeah, about five or six times, because the ball goes over the fence all the time.”

She then probed further, “But not in the little playground?”

“No, we didn’t have balls in Year One…” Then he looked at me and said “Erm, that sounded a bit inappropriate!” And grinned!

You know he’s had his PSHE – Sex Ed classes!

We do this thing called dough disco at school to improve children’s motor skills, basically we put some upbeat music on and they roll play dough around in their hands, creating the shapes and movements that the teacher directs them to do.

The dough starts off as a small ball, and by the end after morphing into various shapes we like it to go back into a spherical shape.

The collecting at the end started uneventfully. As usual, the teacher complimented particularly round spheres of dough, and all the children aspire to get that little nod of approval. Suddenly one of our little loves pipes up, hands in his lap with his dough on display.

“Miss B! Look at my balls! I got two balls!”

I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have, but I was putting up a display, and had to snigger! Miss B declared the balls “lovely” and it wasn’t until after, when the kids had gone out to play, that I mentioned my silly thoughts! She hadn’t even clicked, yet my other colleague had caught my eye, and sniggered too!

Oh Miss B… you are such an innocent… either that or Mrs B is obviously a dirty minded older woman!