T-Ball Follies

I'm sure I've mentioned before that kids just crack me up. We put little man in t-ball, now that he just turned 5. It's an experience, I tell ya. So the uniform swallows him and he has about 5 minutes of interest in the game LOL

I missed practice the other day, but my hubby came home with a look of frustration on his face and told me the following story....

Hubby: Guess what your son did today in practice. {note the 'your son' phrasing}
me: What? Tell me!
Hubby: So, he's in the outfield, right? All the other kids were up to bat. And these little warriors are coming up to bat and swinging hard, sending the ball flying and running those bases one after the other. Meanwhile, in the outfield, your son has his hands in the air, waving them around and singing about sunshine o_O All these other boys step up to the plate like the Spartans of olden days with the way they hit that ball. Warriors! And our son is putting on a broadway show in the outfield.

The utter look of horror on his face as he's telling the tale was simply priceless! I laughed so hard I was miserable. Then turned to the boy, who was smiling all the way, and asked him to demonstrate how he sang and dance in the outfield. When he started the reenactment, daddy just threw up his hands in defeat. *grin* That's my sweet baby! <3