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I spent the better part of this afternoon cleaning out our garage, as Ben hung out mostly supervising. You'd think at 20 months he'd pick up a broom or something. (Okay, technically at one point he did pick up a broom, but it's not like he knows what to do with it or anything.) Like anyone else's garage, we have a ton of stuff that we irrationally hold on to from our childhoods, various chapters in our lives, or just random junk in a variety of boxes and storage containers.

For years, I have moved a soccer ball I got at a summer camp, probably when I was in middle school. I couldn't tell you the last time it was inflated—I doubt it'd hold air—but I don't think I could ever bring myself to throw it out.

As I was cleaning the garage, Ben noticed the ball and started gesturing and saying "ball! ball! ball!" so we got it down for him. He's got a small soccer ball he loves playing with, sometimes kicking it, but usually he picks it up and throws it like every other ball (and most other things) he gets his hands on.

Today was different. When I told him, "Kick it, Ben! Kick it!" he'd set it down in front of him and kick it right to me. We basically kicked a ball back and forth for about 5 minutes or so.

So yeah, that's pretty cool.

Update 6/19/08: See! The kid has skillz!

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