I know I said I'd show you how we annihilated two phone systems, but I'm going to tell you about t-ball instead. Phones tomorrow.
Tonight was Wild Thing's first t-ball game. Yes, the Superballers--a team of 4-6 year olds--put on quite a show tonight. And I do mean show. Wild Thing was doing her own little hip hop routine as short stop. Seriously. I actually had other moms asking me if she takes hip hop lessons. Um, no. All she needs is a wide open space and an audience. A few other observations:
- Apparently, no one has shown these girls how to run the bases. They hit the ball (sort of, sometimes) and then run right to the pitcher's mound. Sometimes, after all the parental yelling, they make it over to first base.
- If a girl makes it to first base she stops. She will not go any further. That is the end. Except one girl. She went around to each base--even though there were already girls on second and third.
- You must have a death wish or a desire to become mentally impaired if you volunteer to be an umpire at these games. Our girls in particular like to get the ball, disregard stepping on base or tagging the runner, and instead chuck the ball directly at the umpire's head. They cannot throw straight or hard any other time. They must have the umpire's head as their target or they will just roll the ball to its destination. Frankly, I was amazed at this umpire's reflexes.
Oh, and you can chalk tonight up to freezing.
