Cash has decided he really likes playing baseball.
If I stand about 1.5 feet away from him and throw the ball directly at the bat, he can usually hit the ball about 1 out of 5 times. He's quite the baseball professional.
However, he likes to pretend (because I know he knows better) that he doesn't know the difference between the ball and say, a cat or a mama. Today, I had to take the bat away after a couple of warnings and this was the face I got.
After a little protesting, he got distracted by his box of juice.
I see "Team Mom" in your future.
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