Crabby Ball

My daughters and I have a game we play in the pool which is essentially a game of keep away, but one which we have named Crabby Ball. Its name derives from the pinching that we do to each other underwater, thus distracting each other from the target. The target is a deflated Disney princess basketball. When new and full of air it was the size of a large grapefruit. Now all the princesses have faded off its surface and it no longer bounces. It does skip across the surface of the pool quite nicely. The game is as old as ball, close to 5 years and counting.

The trouble with Crabby Ball is that the players keep changing. My girls were 5 and 8 when we invented the game and they are now 10 and 13. 10 and 13 means they are considerable stronger and have considerably longer nails. It's the nails that get me. I refuse to stop playing, because who knows when they won't want to any longer? That will be a sad day for me. So I type this with scrapes and cuts all over my arms and a smile on my face.