Okay, first let me say that this boy can melt my heart in seconds - seconds I tell you. Every time he comes off the field and goes into the dugout, he gives big old smooch.And now some of the other boys have started to follow suit. I think it is precious. Except can I be honest, slobbery dirty kisses are kinda only sweet when they are from my own spawn. Can anyone relate?Anyhoo, if I am not in the dugout, Middle Twerp panics and can go on no farther. He goes out in the field looking like this...Or he has too pee and no one notices....or he is on the field, when he should be batting...
Basically, what I am saying is ...I am the Dugout Mom that holds this team together. Without me, they are a crumbling mess. Without me, the team falls apart...shambles I tell you, shambles.
What? Why was I unavailable?
I was showing off my new tennis shoes. Like my first pair ev-er. Cause let's face it, those Nine West heels ain't gonna cut it on the field. So while I was chatting fashion with the rest the girls, let's take a look at how the team was devastated without me.