A girl, her daddy, and a pink ball

We got home a little on the late side tonight, but Tom was already home and basically had dinner on the table, so we were still able to have enough time after dinner to take advantage of the nice weather. Tom asked Stasa if she wanted to play outside. She perked up and announced that she wanted to kick the pink ball with daddy. So kick the ball they did. 

Then after about 30 or 40 minutes of non-stop running and kicking, she announced that "ball is tired. Ball go bed now." And she scooped up the ball and marched inside with it. Ball done.