The games begin in earnest when my husband takes the frozen, gummed-up, raggedy ball from Lizzy and they tussle over it.
My husband then throws it, and Lizzy chases it as it rolls through the freshly fallen snow (yes, more snow last night in Ohio!).
My husband goes to take the ball away but Lizzy wins (well, he gives up trying to chase her).
The look of victory on Lizzy's face, her absolute pleasure at having bested my husband at their chase-me-to-get-the-ball game (so she thinks) is priceless!
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