Play Ball

Leo and his parents came over to color Easter eggs this morning. It’s a family requirement, and the kid did himself proud. After we cleaned up, my grandson ushered everyone into the living room while we headed for the back porch, door closed. From there, it was a combination of air guitar with song accompaniment (“Paw Patrol, Paw Patrol,” repeated ad infinitum); checking on the squirrel in the backyard; keeping an eye out for wolves ( a concern of his right now); and throwing whatever ball he could get his hands on. Oh, and hitting. He teed up the mini-basketball and took a swing. Once was enough. I gently advised that, starting next week, we’d commence hitting in the backyard, squirrels and wolves notwithstanding. I also encouraged him to try and hit everything on the sweet spot, which for this bat was the label. It looked like he understood. We’ll see soon enough.