Last week we had some time to go out for a game of football without the Demonic one, which meant I was the one doing the kicking. Stella tends to drop the ball half a field away from you, walk away, lie down, wait for you to get near enough to raise a foot to kick it...then steam up to the ball and be off with it before your foot's made contact. Leaving you stood in the middle of a field with one foot in the air looking like you're a student at Mr Miyagi's school of Karate. Last week she changed tactics.
Run off - check.
Put ball down - check.
Lie down behind ball, fidget to get your body as flat as possible so you can hide behind the ball without being spotted- check.
Sloooowly peek over the top of the ball so you can see where mum is without her seeing the ball sprout ears - check.
Wait til she gets close enough to touch the ball and leg it - check.
I'm not letting Stella watch Scooby Doo again...
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