After planting the salsa garden and eating dinner, Patrick wanted to go out front and ride his bike. He's gotten really good at it. Riding his bike soon turned into a game of baseball. He found Paul's umpire chest protector and mask in the garage and talked us into being catcher. Doodah just can't say no. He was really hitting the ball. Seriously! I was sitting on the sidewalk by the street and he hit three line-drives right to me. He'd hit it and run run run the bases, and then slide home. We were getting him to tap his bat and "wiggle wiggle." We must have played for at least an hour. We said he run-ruled us, which wasn't hard because he was the only one who got to hit. When we pooped out, he put on Paul's ump gear and said "strike 2, 1," which is what Patrick says when he's being an umpire. It was the prefect end to a perfect Sunday.
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He is going to be some kind of ball player some day!
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