not yet, anyway.
big's first baseball/t-ball game was last sunday. sunday was a very, very busy day. church in the morning. home for a while. back to church for mama's baptism. and then off to a baseball game.
on a dirt field. not a grass one.
with a baseball cap on. not a helmet.
with a blue shirt that matched everyone else's. not his t-shirt of choice.
can you see where this is going? please tell me you can see where this is going.
basically dad had to bribe him with a horn for his bike if he played. if he played, people. clearly, some of the enthusiasm was gone.
he was so NOT in the game at all. he was up to bat. hit the ball. ran the bases. and when it was time to field? well, he played with dirt. or caught butterflies. or got into four-year-old arguments with another player. on his own team. while the game was going on.
tomorrow is another game. Lord help us. goo and i are staying home for this one.
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