Who's on First?
Now that baseball season has officially started, I'm reminded of a time when our number two grandchild was 6. He was the Prince's baseball prodigy. He was on the Dodgers here in Oak Lawn, and took this baseball stuff very seriously. The Prince signed him up, was at every practice, every game, practiced with him, and snuck in as coach when he could.
On the day of the big game, Miss Cory called me:
"Mom, he's driving me crazy, he keeps telling me he's got to bring his cup to the game tonight. Do you have it?"
"I don't remember seeing it on the counter when I left this morning," I said.
"Are you sure you don't have it?"
"I'm pretty sure it wasn't in the dishwasher. I have no idea where it is, you better ask Papa."
"God, he's driving me crazy! 'Can't go to the game without my cup; call Papa' over and over again."
Dumb and happy, I go on with my day. Later I asked the Prince:
"Do you know where the boy's cup is?"
"Not really. It could be in the toy box in their room at our house."
"Why would it be in there?"
"Not sure, but I can't think of where else it might be."
"Why does he keep bugging Cory about it?"
"Well, I told him he couldn't pitch or catch without it."
"What? They don't let them drink on the field!"
"You're kidding me, right? Drink on the field? Did you really think it was a drinking cup? He's talking about an athletic supporter for God's sake!"
"Oh! Well, did you buy him one?"
"I can't remember, I know I bought his older brother one last year so there's one around."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IT WOULD SEEM, ALTHOUGH I CLEARLY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THEM, THAT THEY ARE LIKE UNDERWEAR AND ARE NOT SHAREABLE!"
"Ah geez, here we go."
"We're stopping on the way home to get one."
The family came over for a barbeque a few days later. Young Mr. Baseball came running into the house; no hello, no hug,
"Nanny, DO YOU HAVE MY CUP?"
"Yes sir I do and here it is."
"I'm going RIGHT NOW to try it on."
Papa said, "Come on, I'll help you and show you how it works."
They came out of the bathroom and our adorable baseball player posed for the crowd to see.
I whispered to his mother, "Who turned the boy's body around? It looks like he's wearing his butt in the front."
And in Shop news...we're having a sale this weekend! Take 25% off all yarn and don't forget that select books are 40% off all month and needles (except Signature) are 15% off.
On the day of the big game, Miss Cory called me:
"Mom, he's driving me crazy, he keeps telling me he's got to bring his cup to the game tonight. Do you have it?"
"I don't remember seeing it on the counter when I left this morning," I said.
"Are you sure you don't have it?"
"I'm pretty sure it wasn't in the dishwasher. I have no idea where it is, you better ask Papa."
"God, he's driving me crazy! 'Can't go to the game without my cup; call Papa' over and over again."
Dumb and happy, I go on with my day. Later I asked the Prince:
"Do you know where the boy's cup is?"
"Not really. It could be in the toy box in their room at our house."
"Why would it be in there?"
"Not sure, but I can't think of where else it might be."
"Why does he keep bugging Cory about it?"
"Well, I told him he couldn't pitch or catch without it."
"What? They don't let them drink on the field!"
"You're kidding me, right? Drink on the field? Did you really think it was a drinking cup? He's talking about an athletic supporter for God's sake!"
"Oh! Well, did you buy him one?"
"I can't remember, I know I bought his older brother one last year so there's one around."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IT WOULD SEEM, ALTHOUGH I CLEARLY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THEM, THAT THEY ARE LIKE UNDERWEAR AND ARE NOT SHAREABLE!"
"Ah geez, here we go."
"We're stopping on the way home to get one."
The family came over for a barbeque a few days later. Young Mr. Baseball came running into the house; no hello, no hug,
"Nanny, DO YOU HAVE MY CUP?"
"Yes sir I do and here it is."
"I'm going RIGHT NOW to try it on."
Papa said, "Come on, I'll help you and show you how it works."
They came out of the bathroom and our adorable baseball player posed for the crowd to see.
I whispered to his mother, "Who turned the boy's body around? It looks like he's wearing his butt in the front."
And in Shop news...we're having a sale this weekend! Take 25% off all yarn and don't forget that select books are 40% off all month and needles (except Signature) are 15% off.
posted by Tricia | 10:16 PM
3 Comments:
I'm telling you Tricia, you need to get paid for these! You're a riot!
Great story!
Yep! Just like a boy, and I bet for next 6 years he complained and asked if he had to wear it.
What's the saying about boys? 9 months trying to get out and the next 90 trying to get back in? - hope that's not explicit for you fans.
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