He also started t-ball tonight. With his first at bat, he sent the ball several feet past his opponents. He took off running for first, but got confused. Instead of stopping at the base, he kept on running - chasing the ball. It was ADORABLE (and if family legends are true, much like his father when he played little league a few years ago.)
My mom has always said that a great cure for a bad day is to go watch a t-ball game. She might just be on to something...
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Love it! :)
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