Of the Irvine Foxes, Helaine is the most attentive. She can see something and immediately understanding its broader context. What I’m saying is Helaine saw non-snow snowballs on TV and immediately knew we needed them. The snowballs made the trip to Wisconsin with us as a gift to Judah and Gabby, my niece Jessie’s kids¹.
The ‘sell’ on the balls is they’re safe to use indoors. They were Saturday, even though Judah has a very impressive five year old fastball (really). Nothing was knocked over–though I’m sure than can (and does) happen.
I scanned the package to learn what they’re made of. No disclosure!
They come from China. It’s probably some kind of mercury/lead paint mix. Held in your hand the snowballs feel just like good packing snow, without the need for gloves.
Once Judah and Gabby started throwing the adults joined in. There’s something wonderfully childlike in throwing these round missiles in the house. Pretty soon everyone was smiling and laughing.
Got little kids on your Christmakukkah list? These went over big!
¹ — Jessie’s husband Evan had loads to do with this too, but I’m never quite sure how to introduce cousin spouses when writing. Where’s an editor when I need one?
