They guy I coach with and I took a few kids to the batting cage today. They were all hitting pretty well, although the bunting seemed to throw my youngest off a little. I expect it's because he's so used to his brothers throwing at his head that he's a little nervous about squaring away.
About halfway through, he glanced over and asked, "How come you never say 'Good job' when I get a hit?"
Next pitch he drilled one.
My friend said, "Good job, Precious! That was a very special hit."
I said, "You hit that one like a big boy, sweetheart. Daddy's very proud of you."
Someday I'm going to pay for my fun.
Monday, April 9, 2007
Daddy Loves You
Posted by Snag at 9:36 PM
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2 comments:
You are terrible, Muriel. Just terrible!
And I thought I was bad to my cousins.
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