baseball

Drew loved playing baseball last night. I'm not sure if it was the game itself or if it's because he's a little more mature this year than last, but the kid was aggressive. He was running after balls, tossing bats and taking names. He had a great time.

On the way home from the game he was asking me why, if it was baseball, was he still having to hit the ball off of the tee. I gently explained to him that we called it baseball, but when you are four, it is usually still t-ball. No matter how gently I tried to make him understand, it wasn't enough. He became IRATE that I was calling it t-ball.

When I said that when kids get bigger girls play softball and boys play baseball, he explained to me that that wasn't true. It couldn't be true because there were girls on his BASEBALL team RIGHT NOW.

When I told him that when he was 7 or 8 he would start to play the game without the tee, he was livid. He was under the impression that the tee was for practices only. And that come game time, some one would be pitching him the ball. IT'S JUST FOR PRACTICE MOM!

"Well, until you're a little bit older, you will still have to use the tee....even if we call it baseball....it's really t-ball."

"IT IS CALLED BASEBALL!!!!"

Okay, Drew. Whatever you say, buddy.