I am pretty sure there are few things cuter than a bunch of 3 year olds playing t-ball. The giant helmets, the teeny uniforms, and the stops in the middle of the game as players have to be rushed to the potty- it's all just too much. It's just a shame that Anderson spent the good part of the game running off, riding his bike, and exploring because I would have loved to have spent a little more time watching those little guys run all over the field. I think it's safe to say that Anderson doesn't quite yet possess Smithy's talent for hitting the ball, but it's defintitely on the list of outside activites now that it's staying lighter later.
The kid to dad ratio is about 1:1. I love that little kid in the right hand corner. He looks very serious. And the kid being told to turn around? Too funny.
When you don't want to pay attention, you have to stand in the naughty circle...
Because there are balloon guys at t-ball games and cousins like to sword fight.
Baseball makes you hungry.
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