The Decathlon Ball Incident & The Great Gift Exchange I Was Left Out Of

Date: March 18, 2026

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The Great Decathlon Ball Betrayal

Today was supposed to be LEGENDARY.

Me. Baba. Decathlon. And the most magnificent, enormous, beautiful ball I have ever laid my tiny eyes on.

I could already see it. I would run to it. I would kick it. I would throw it. Scientists say that throwing and catching a ball at my age is serious developmental work — which basically means I am not just playing, I am training. I am an athlete. A prodigy. A legend in the making.

And then.

MY TUMMY SAID NO.

The Mysterious Tummy Curse

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Out of NOWHERE. A rumble. A gurgle. A full-scale emergency.

I had a… situation. A code brown. A catastrophic event that shall not be described in further detail except to say: it was not great. 😨

Baba went into full panic mode — bless him, he tried his best — and just like that, the ball was gone, the dream was gone, and we were going HOME.

Here is the thing though. I have noticed a pattern:

  • Every time I get to the fun tent area to sit and play… my tummy attacks.
  • Every. Single. Time.
  • This is NOT a coincidence.

I have done the research (in my head, because I am very smart), and I have concluded: that place has a virus. 🤣 It targets only me. Specifically me. Right before the fun part. Very suspicious. Someone should investigate this.

Anyway. The ball will have to wait. I will be back, big ball. I will be back.

The Gift Exchange That Forgot Someone (ME)

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Now. Let us discuss the other scandal of this week.

A few days ago was March 8th — International Women’s Day. A very important holiday. I am a woman (a very small one, but still). And what happened?

  • Mama gave Baba: two beautiful marbles. Incredible. Thoughtful. Very classy.
  • Baba gave Mama: a ring. Ooh la la.
  • Sudo got: absolutely nothing. 😤

Excuse me??? I am RIGHT HERE. I live in this house. I am charming AND adorable AND I have been dealing with a mysterious tummy virus all week. I deserve SOMETHING.

But apparently, my gift is coming “next week” — maybe a bicycle, maybe a little chair. MAYBE. As if I am supposed to just WAIT like a reasonable person.

I do not wait. I am 20 months old. Time is not real to me.

My Demands Going Forward

Since I am a fair and reasonable toddler, here is what I require:

  • 🚴 A bicycle. The cool kind. With things that make noise.
  • 🏀 A return trip to Decathlon — but this time, tummy must cooperate.
  • 🎁 To never be left out of gift exchanges again. I am a woman. I count.
  • 🔬 A full investigation into the mysterious Decathlon Tummy Curse Virus.

That is all for today. I am tired. Being this dramatic takes a lot of energy.

— Sudo, aged 20 months, wronged but resilient. 💪

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Original: Hmm, tí nữa là được chơi với trái banh ở decathon rồi

Hôm nay sudo với với baba ở siêu thị, chuẩn bị chơi với trái banh lớn thì cơn đau bụng ập đến… và rồi sudo ị chãy😨 sau đó baba xử lú và sudo đi về luôn . Lúc nào tới chỗ cái lều để ngồi chơi thì sudo cũng bị đau bụng nhỉ. Lạ thật, chắc chỗ đó có virus 🤣.

Hôm qua kia gì đó là 8/3 mama đã tặng cho baba 2 quả bi gầm thật tuyệt vời, babaa cũng đã tặng mẹ lại chiếc nhẫn hmmm. Còn sudo thì chưa, chắc tuần sau đi mua cái xe đạp hay cái ghế ngồi gì đó thôi 😆