Hairy, Hairy Man, Hair Ball. Hair Ball was fitting because you loved to
play ball. We played a game called Stair Ball with you. You would stand
at the top of the stairs in our old apartment in Kansas City and we'd throw
tennis balls at you. Eventually, you'd catch every one and hoard them at
the top of the stairs. It was awesome.
You may not believe what you're about to see . . .
We are particularly proud of Charley. He struggled a bit at first, but he kept at
it and now he can climb to the top as well.