|Sweetie on far right with Gym Rat in front and Bossy on his left side|
I also have a strong opinion about tee ball. I truly love preschoolers and early grade-schoolers. I love to see them having fun, but to say tee ball is not my favorite would be an understatement. Everyone bats every inning. Throw the kid out at first? He still runs the bases…no one strikes out…gets out… and the last kid up always gets a home run! The only thing worse is little kid flag football (where the idea of four downs to make 10 yards is taken away… What’s the point?).
|Drama Queen is holding the sign and Teach is on her left|
And then there was Thursday… She called me to tell me about the cutest thing Curly had said… They had been talking about tee ball and the fact that his mom is coaching Scout’s and the grandsons’ team. My three-going-on-30-year-old wondered out load who would be his coach. Would Mom coach his team too? When his mom gently reminded him that she was coaching Scout’s team, he didn’t skip a beat. With a big grin he said, “Maybe Dad will be my coach, he’s the awesome-ist guy ever!”
|Sweetie on the far right Bossy in the back middle and Gym Rat on her right|
Ouch! How do you respond to that? After she repeated it several times, I finally got the message… I had been honored and guilted just one too many times. Tomorrow she’s going to sign me up as the volunteer tee ball coach. I love my son… I (still) love my wife…. but tee ball? That’s a different story.