Thursday, January 18, 2007
During visitation, prior to going with Scouts to the police station having the giggled over paddy wagon, Dad was taking J shopping. J is trying out for a baseball team and needs (not really because they're just practicing inside but...) cleats. He did outgrow his bats, so he needed another, well, obviously two, actually. One for each, um, arm. He also desperately needed a new baseball bag, because his old one was the fancy version embroidered with the old team.
Could they stop with the abundance of baseball gear? No. On a roll, NASCAR had to cruise into the picture and my son now has the jacket. To apparently wear while with me. In public. With me. Outside.
Daddy deserves that paddy wagon.
In comparison, I really didn't mind the days when he wore cowboy boots with shorts.
So Churped the Cricket at 1/18/2007 02:03:00 PM