Last night my wonderful brother Andrew took care of Coen, so that Martin, Mason and I could head out with the home group to the local Charlotte Knight's Baseball game. I hadn't been to one since I was a teenager- actually, my 17th birthday to be exact. This was Mason's first experience with baseball, and I wasn't sure how he'd like it. You know, baseball games can be a bit, well... long. Hence, the babysitter for Coen.
On the way there, Mason wore his Spider Man sunglasses, and confidently told us that "Everyone's going to think I'm so cool".
Let me just say that it was a huge hit. For all of us. The adults had a great time- yapping it up, and of course, watching the game (and the kids antics), in-between our trips to the concession stands. Meanwhile, the kids- 6 total, gobbled up flavored slushy drinks, hot dogs, chips, ice cream and more. Mason enjoyed his "grown-up Sprite", and a full cone of blue cotton candy. I caught a glimpse of my son's generosity as he opened his bag of Lay's potato chips, and handed one to each kid in the group, and then handed one to each adult too.
I really think Mason could've made it through the whole game, but we left about halfway through- due to the kids, and that ever present gotta-work-tomorrow thing. The kids were pretty much still wide-open, though. Wired doesn't describe it as they all flocked together on the way to the parking lot- bouncing and throwing their free baseball stress-balls into the air- driving us adults nuts. Martin joined in, and demonstrated his juggling skills.
As we returned home last night, it was probably almost 10:00pm, and Mason entered the front door singing a song I didn't know he knew... "Take me out to the ballgame...."
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