Monday, March 22, 2010


I try. I really do.
However, tee ball season is upon us.

Someone put the baseballs in the apple bowl while I wasn't looking.  And by "someone," I mean the other adult in the house, not one of the kids. I think it bothered the little ones more than it bothered me. One by one, as they noticed, they each came running to tell me.  Like it was some catastrophic event. 

I've left the baseballs for now. For some reason they make me smile.

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