Sloooow reflexes

One of the days that we were on the beach in Collioure, a rubber basketball appeared on the shore. It was about the size of a tennis ball, was about 85% inflated and was really lightweight. Michael seized upon this nez discovery and Phuong and I joined him in a rousing game of throw and catch. Except he can't catch. When we would throw it to him, it would bounce off of him or land near him. Then we'd tell him to go chase the ball and he'd throw it back it to us. One time though, the ball landed in the water. The force of the tide was really small, and there were like 2 inch waves, but that was enough to make things difficult for the boy. He would chase after the ball and get up next to it, then he would come to a complete stop, then he would bend down. By this time, the waves had taken the ball just out of his reach. Persistant, he would chase the ball and repeat the process. One time he reached down and the ball went through his legs and he had to turn around and go chase it. Phuong and I watched him laughing for two minutes as he repeated the above process a good 10 times before he finally captured the ball. Then brought it back to us with a look of great joy and accomplishment on his round little face.