Starts with B

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Mackay's favorite word (and thing, for that matter) is 'ball.' She points them out everywhere -- in other people's yards, in books, at the grocery store... "No, Mackay, that's a cantaloupe, not a ball."

Anyway, the other day, we were in Rite-Aid running some errands, and we came around the corner. There, directly in front of us, was this HUGE, 8 foot tall wire bin full of rubber balls in all shapes and sizes. Mackay's mouth literally dropped open as she beheld this amazing sight, and I hear her say, under her breath, "Wow...Wow...WOW!"

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