The little dude spoke.
"Ball" was his first word.
He sounded alot like Demi Moore after a pack of smokes-it was amazing.
The mister and I are a wee bit concerned about this.
Neither of us are the athletic type.
Oh, I played junior miss softball. My mother tells me that I would just stand in the outfield, and look at my nails.
Then there were the occasions where I would actually hit the ball when up to bat, run to first base, and run back to retrieve my helmet that fell off because I had hat hair.
We're basically going to have to start from scratch if he is of the jock world-like I might have to get sports for dummies or something.
Who knows, maybe he'll be the next Larry Bird?
Impressive, right? I said Larry Bird.