The boy and his ball

Usually when I get home, I sit down on the couch for a little R&R, and within seconds, I have this face in my face, with a bright pink ball in his mouth. I made the mistake of throwing him the ball one day when we got home from work, he's never forgotten it, and it's now become his routine.
The other day I threw it for a good hour of American Idol (YES, I watch it!) and finally I just looked at him and said, "I am so done with that ball" and he shot me a look, picked it up and took it to his basket. I swear, he's almost human....