The Master

Apparently I am the mother of the master, which I guess is maybe better then being the master mother! Out of the mouth of Cael, came one more classic tonight after his double header ball game. He was wanting to go to a friends house and working hard on it too. We came to the decision that maybe tomorrow would work better. Cael said that this boy wanted him to come over because that boy learned his home run hitting from Cael at the first scrimmage. He goes on to call himself the master.

Envision, the head turned shoulder shaking tears flowing laughter coming from the master mother I mean mother of the master.

Cael, who could not play t-ball last year without mom or dad right beside him, who has faked vomit to try to get out of a wrestling match. Faked with the wrong mom, no sympathy. Carfully putting him into controlled situations that were a bit uncomfortable for him, and having some success with those situations has made this one confident kid, ooooppps one confident master.

Oh by the way, I have changed my mind on the snack thing, there are snacks needed at these games, for the moms and kids who are watching! Yummy way to pass the time.