...one gigantic ball receptacle. Seriously, I think Dane could never have too many balls. It's interesting though that his favorites will change. He used to be afraid of a his Nerf soccer ball, but then one day it was his favorite. He's been really loving footballs lately. One of the new things he's been doing is putting balls in the Dump Truck that his God Parents, Mike & Lindsay, gave him, and pushing it around the house. Balls will fall out and he'll stop and put them back in. It really is fun to watch.
I haven't been able to get a picture of it yet, but sometimes he'll actually have three balls. Two smaller balls in each hand then holding another bigger ball between his wrists/forearms. Yesterday morning he was kicking his basketball around the house while drinking from a sippy cup in one hand, holding a golf ball in his other hand, and a football under his arm.
I was ready for the fumble :)