We took Annabelle to her first baseball game today. We really went to the game for me though. I grew up going to Pawsox (the Red Sox minor league team) every summer until I got married. Not much about our current town is fabulous but they do have a minor league team which gives them a few points in the positive column. They’re playing the Pawsox this weekend so we packed our snacks (we don’t go anywhere without snacks) and headed to the ball field.

I took the role of AB’s baseball instructor Very Seriously. I walked her through the whole thing and was really quite proud of myself for such excellent play by play. Then she called it a “football game.” So I really got through! She picked up on something because she started telling me a detailed story about “the man hit the ball and mumble mumble the bat, and, and, cinnamon mumble mumble catch it. How old is he, Mama?”