Where have you been? Where are you going? And why?
You can’t be too careful what you tell a child because you never know what he’ll take hold of and spend the rest of his life remembering you by. – Frederick Buechner
Hello. It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. Once mid-February hits, my life becomes baseball. Two toddling twins keep me quite busy as well. But when picking a scapegoat always blame your job over your kids. Since baseball has kept me from writing, I find it appropriate to credit it for my reemergence into the blogosphere. Here’s the story:
My brother and sister-in-law watched the Vanderbilt-Florida State NCAA tournament game today as their four year-old, Isaiah, trounced about the house carrying on Godzilla’s legacy. His interest peaked when he saw the baseball game. Standing in the middle of the living room, he turned to his father and said, “Dad, guess what Luke said they do in baseball?”
Isaiah spat on the carpet.
To his parents’ horror he continued, “He said they spit, and they scratch their pen-us. But we didn’t believe him. Dad, is that true?”
“Yeah,” Steve said, “but they don’t do that inside. They do that outside.”