Ethan came with us. We sat in a nice shady area making the players look miniature. Ethan chased a squirrel.
He didn't seem to notice that we were there to watch a game. That is until Saturday.
We were outside and turn around to find this.
Grandpa had to wear a helmet too.
He wanted to pitch.
It was a great day.
Until I thought it would be easier for Ethan to play T-ball. Except we didn't have a T. So what's a grandma to do? Send Sarabeth to the store for a T-ball set. And while waiting, hold the ball out for him to hit off my hand.
Not smart! I don't have a picture for that, but let me tell you, the boy swings hard. He must have been watching Brian. And don't believe it when they say those plastic bats are soft.
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