The Only Bunt We Want is Cake

It’s July in Texas. The temperature is over 100 degrees by 10am.

And we signed our children up for Saturday summer t-ball, because we hate ourselves.

Our kids don’t do a lot of extracurriculars. It’s partly strategic – they do not yet know they exist – and partly the consequence of having two non-planner parents.

So of all times, locations, and sports: summer and t-ball, because we saw a sign advertising it on the way to Kroger one morning.

One kid is thrilled and doing awesome,

but I’d rather talk about the other kid.

Because he is

just

not

in

to

t-ball.

At all.

(At all.)

(This is a actually different video from above, in case you’re wondering. 2 seemingly-identical videos taken 3 weeks apart.)

10-15 years from now, we will look back on this season with great enjoyment, as one of two things will have happened:

1. We’ve found the right sport and he’s killing it.

2. We’ve unenrolled him in sports and enrolled him in nothing but food-related activities,

because

the biggest smile captured in t-ball

involved 2 dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

(I mean, look at that face. Pure delight. Unadulterated joy.)

You know how they say having a child is like watching your heart walk around outside your body? Well, this is actually me. An actual picture of my heart when it is with food.

I know you’re not supposed to have a favorite kid or whatever, but………………