I took the role of AB's baseball instructor Very Seriously. I walked her through the whole thing and was really quite proud of myself for such excellent play by play. Then she called it a "football game." So I really got through! She picked up on something because she started telling me a detailed story about "the man hit the ball and mumble mumble the bat, and, and, cinnamon mumble mumble catch it. How old is he, Mama?"
We invited our friends from Bible study to go with us. Their little girls are two of Annabelle's best friends here. She recently discovered she can held hands with someone other than me and she's been grabbing onto any hands available. It was so sweet.
I've heard huddles on the mound are for planning strategies or whatnot, but I've always believed they're more for planning where the team will eat after they win the game. The Pawsox pulled through for
me Annabelle and won the game. God bless America.