I took the boys and a friend to the park today to let them practice hitting the baseball. When it was Adam's friend's turn to bat, Adam yelled to me as I was getting ready to pitch:
Let me get the ball mom. I can get it and run to the base to get him out because I can run faster than you (okay Adam) . . . because you probably used to run fast, but you are old now (uhhhh, alright Adam, I get it) . . . and you have more pounds so you don't run fast anymore . . . (really, Adam, I get it. I'll let you get the ball. You can stop talking now.)
Monday, May 04, 2009
Bonding on the Baseball Diamond
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4 comments:
that's my adam! he cracks me up.
when will you have temple pictures up and going? the pics i have just aren't doing it for me.
This is now the third time I've read this post.
Still chuckling.
Can't wait to see what Leah thinks about me. :)
Finally his "large" and "old" observations have changed targets. My ego is fatally wounded!
Sometimes I think dumb kids wouldn't be so bad!
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