Tonight I checked on each of the kids before retiring, and I found this little buster awake in his crib, hugging his basketballs.
Andersen doesn't need a special blanket or stuffed animal to sleep with. As long as he has a few balls to wrap his arms around, he's happy to go to sleep. And in the morning, we frequently hear him yelling game calls to himself as he shoots his baskets, like "awesome, I made a basket. . . sweet!. . . , almost. . . two points. . . ".
Sweet dreams ball boy!
I'm sure his ball obsession just break's his daddy's heart....yeah right!
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