Another one pulled straight from something that happened. 6yo decided that this crappy, white plastic ball was his "Best Friend" and started dressing him up in shoes and nattering away about him going "Mam Mam Mam-Mam!"

I was losing the battle to get him upstairs to bed when J took Bally and did exactly the move in the comic. Usually when we do this kind of thing, 6yo finds some loophole to dodge it, but for some reason this time IT WORKED. He whizzed upstairs to get his PJs on! Quite remarkable!
Unfortunately, since that wondrous moment, Bally has proved less useful. The next day, I tried to use him to get 6yo ready for school, but he just ended up taking LONGER because bloody Bally was messing around and then he needed help getting HIS clothes (shoe) on too. Ah well. We'll always fondly remember that one time when he was magic!