At the moment, they are quite possibly the thing he lives for. It used to be that when I'd go in to get him up in the morning, the first thing he'd say would be "daddy!" (he calls me daddy - more on that later), but now it's "ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, baaaaaaaalll" with this look like he's Gollum after the ring. It's pathetic. I guess I shouldn't complain. There could be a scholarship in it for him someday.