We Wonned and Dey Lost

The first practice was a success. Scott recruited Christian to be his assistant and he was a big help with the kids. The thing about T-ball at the YMCA is the team consists of mainly 4 year olds and it can turn from baseball to football really quick. I was worried that Jackson would be intimidated and not participate, but that was NOT the case. He had a blast! He’d ooooo and ahhhhh when someone got a good hit, only occasionally telling them, “Strike three, you’re out!”when they would swing and miss. If a ball was hit his way, he got so excited I wondered how he was going to be able to stop it, much less throw it in, but he did. He got some great hits, a lot of time in the field, and was absolutely loving it. Scott would have to tell the kids every few minutes not to fight for the ball.  I think Jackson must have felt the need to back his Daddy up because every time there was a pile-up he was standing over them wagging a little finger telling them they weren’t supposed to be fighting for the ball. Mawmaw and PawPaw came to cheer for the team and Jackson thought it must have been an actual game. When we all loaded up to head home, after complaining that it was already over, then pouting because we didn’t have practice again tomorrow, he laid his head back in his car seat and looked out the window with a proud smile and said “We wonned and dey lost!” Christian of course asked, “Who???” I just smiled and shook my head to give Christian the hint to let him be. It didn’t make a bit of difference that there wasn’t a game, or that they didn’t play anyone, in that baby’s eyes they won, and that’s all that mattered.