Joseph "earned" a rubber band ball from therapy after they introduced him to a nifty thing called a rubber band gun. My inside self rolled her eyes...these therapists are obviously single young ladies or in one case a lady with grown up children...not moms with 5 kids in the house. DH got coerced into making one rubber band gun...then 2 more and finally a 4th.
There are now no stray rubber bands in the house, but numerous bands hang from the trees and lay on the house roof.
I really think that I should have one too...but I can aim pretty well with my fingers and they live in fear of my threats of what will happen if they take aim at me. Besides I carry my weapon with me.