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Brandon pouting at the dinner table, holding an orange basketball in his lap. Mommy, a 32-year-old woman with a gentle smile, sits across from him in a cozy dining room.
Brandon bounced his basketball everywhere—bounce in the house, down the street, even in his sleep! "Brandon! No bouncing at the dinner table!" called Mommy. Brandon pouted, "But I neeeeed to practice!"
Brandon laughing joyfully, wearing bright sneakers, standing on a city sidewalk with his basketball at his feet. Houses and trees in the background.
Brandon had endless energy. He ran, jumped, twirled, and danced! "Zoom zoom, Brandon boom!" he shouted, laughing as his sneakers squeaked.
Brandon with a mischievous grin, holding his orange basketball in a grocery store aisle. Daddy, a 34-year-old man with short brown hair and a friendly smile, stands beside him near shelves of cereal.
In the store, Daddy warned, "No basketball in here!" Brandon crossed his arms. Then—BOUNCE! "Let's play pretend! This aisle is my court!" Daddy smiled, "You’re something else, Brandon."
Brandon lying in bed, hugging his orange basketball with a wide grin. A cozy bedroom with a nightstand and a lamp in the background.
At bedtime, Brandon hugged his basketball. "Goodnight, Mr. Bounce," he whispered. "I'll bounce higher tomorrow!" With a yawn, Brandon bounced into dreamland, grinning wide.