At one t-ball game he went to use the port-o-let and was gone for quite some time. Just as I was wondering out loud what he was doing in there, I heard him belting out a tune from inside the port-o-let.
He finally exited and sat down on the far side of the field. Being pregnant I hollered across the field rather than walking to him, "Ben! What are you doing!!??"
"I'm catching peepers!"
"No Ben you are here to play t-ball!"
"I don't want to play t-ball any more!"
With the threat of no creemee on the way home he made it back to his position.
All in all t-ball was a good experience for Ben and he learned a lot. He will grow and mature a lot and we will probably do it again next year.



































