We went to J's T-Ball game. Henry kept asking for "my game" and " my
team.". He was distraught that he wasn't playing. At one point he made
a break for the dugout. I realized where he was headed too late to
stop him. The oddest thing was that no one in the dugout seemed to
notice or care.
He does look like he's listening to the coach and ready to play. He
has quite the arm. If this were baseball instead of T- ball, they'd
have to watch out. He's got a wicked fast ball.
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