Fathers and Daughters

We went over to Clare’s yesterday for hot dogs and Homerun Derby. I liked the food and the company. As ever, my daughter was obsessed with the competition. At some point, one of the announcers talked about the derby bonding fathers and sons. Good thing the TV is new, or Clare might’ve been tempted to throw one of Leo’s toys at it. “What about fathers and daughters?” she shouted at the screen. Or mothers and daughters, those times this father excused himself to do something else? Clare cares about HD because she won two in travel ball. I don’t care about HD because I watched my daughter win two in travel ball. Nothing on television can compare to that, unless maybe my grandson competing one day.