That's my littlest boy wearing the tools of ignorance during his game tonight. (That's slang for "catcher's gear" for the non-baseball initiated.)
And it was the donning of that equipment that provided the biggest highlight of my day: mid-work, he corralled a pitch, jumped to his feet, fired the ball across the diamond, and nabbed the runner who was trying to steal second. I whooped and even hollered a bit. It was glorious.
Given that the game and my day in general were otherwise lackluster, I'm thankful for that moment of greatness for my muffin.
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