Paul loves balls more than any other toy on the planet (besides the remote control and telephone), and while we were shopping last night we walked past several balls that Paul pointed too and laughed at. Then he gave a curious look and said cautiously, "Ball?" "Yes," Mommy said. "Football." "Feetball?" "Football." "Feetball." Currently the "feetball" goes all around the house with us, including into the shower, and he cannot be parted with it. He looks like some super excited football fan waiting for the big game. At least he has not bothered the phone today.