Busy Day

I didn't realize I could move so fast in the morning. It's been awhile since I had to jump out of bed and be on my game. Guess who spent the night?


His trucks were stacked neatly.

He had a bubble bath in Gramma's tub.

Before going to bed, he realized he'd forgotten his baseball, bat, and glove. He called his mom to complain. She interpreted for me.

Bright and early, we went to Walmart today to buy a bat and ball.

Grandpa, who works from home, was on a conference call and needed it quiet, so it didn't take much for Ethan to talk me into Good Times for lunch.

Ethan watches a lot of baseball. He knows it takes an entire afternoon for the pros to play, so why would we cut ours short? He coerced his Aunt El to join our baseball team. No matter how many times she asked if she could take a turn batting, Ethan would only allow her be the catcher. She had to wear an imaginary catcher's mask and squat like a pro. It was important to Ethan that she keep that mask off the top of her head. Not that she ever pretended to move it, but he must have envisioned her acting like a real catcher. After every swing, Ethan gently reminded her by reaching over with his pincher fingers and sliding it down her face. The boy has quite the imagination.

I wish I'd been able to make a video of the entire scene. I laughed so hard. But once he places a cap on my head, I'm recruited and have to keep my game on. I'm not allowed to do anything else.