the day after our vacation ended was Q's last t-ball game. t-ball was not a success. he pitched a fit about going to every single game. his turns playing the field consisted of endless playing in the dirt and grass, with us yelling at him to stand up and pay attention. we were so ready for it to be over. then he got a medal. and it was all good. he wore that medal for like 3 days straight. and now when you ask him about baseball, he says he loves it and wants to play again next year.
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