Christian started t-ball last week. The first practice was comical. I don’t think he had ever been on a field before. It was like, this is a bat. But after two practices he seemed to be getting it. More importantly, he was having fun. So Saturday I bought him some gear.
Yesterday, with his new metal bat and tee and balls, we went outside to practice. Everything was going great until Joslyn ran up behind him as he swang.
Tink! The bat made contact with Joslyn’s mouth. She cried and put her hands to her mouth. Blood squirted out. I yelled a bad word, grabbed her and ran inside. I was steamed! As she cried in need of comfort the only words I managed were, I told you not to get close to him!
The doctor determined she didn’t need stitches. All we have today is a bruised mouth Joslyn and a still slightly steamed Daddy.
