Tonight was Charles’ first T-ball game of the season. We all went, even Corwin, who wanted to sit in the van reading a book the entire time (Mom made him actually go outside and experience a close facsimile of nature). Alice ran in to one of her friends from daycare, Helen, and they had fun playing.
It’s hard to say who won, as they don’t keep score, every batter makes it around the bases, and everybody bats once every inning. This means that which ever team gets more players to show scores the most runs and I neglected to count.
Anyway, Charles did reasonably well. He actually ran down a ball in the outfield and got back to tag a runner out (which counts as an out, but doesn’t send the runner off the bases). On the other hand, there was a hit to him later and it went right through his legs. Oh well. At least he was one of the better hitters on the team. Oh, yeah, he had a good time as well. But what’s that compared to satisfying my vicarious parental bragging rights?
