Today was Noah's last game of his first season of T-ball. I can't believe he even played this young....three years old. It was so much fun to watch him and they other kids too. They are so cute. There was playing in the dirt, watching the airplanes, running after the ball with everyone else and rolling in the dirt to fight over the ball, running to first base while carrying the bat, being carried from first to second base, swinging the bat so hard that you spin around and fall on the ground, and last of all having at least three kids crying either in the dugout or on the field. Such is the life of a three-four year old t-ball league. Poor coach. Bet he's glad this season is over. Well at least they all are learning to slap hands and say "good game".
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