Baseball

Last summer we bought tickets to a couple of our minor league team's baseball games. Kimmie seemed to enjoy going, and Dad and I did, too, so this year we bought tickets to 5 games.

Kimmie does very well at the games. She looks at her books. Occasionally she looks up at the game when we point things out to her. She likes to go to the playground and sometimes rides the carrousel.

At one game Dad took her down along the wall near where the players were warming up. They waited a while to see if one of the players would come over to the wall to greet them. Kimmie became tired of standing, though, and they came back to their seats.

A little later I noticed that a couple players had come over to the wall and were talking to some kids. Kimmie and Dad jumped up and hurried down there. Kimmie gave one of the players a big hug. He asked if they wanted an autograph. Dad said no. Autographs don't mean anything to Kimmie. The player handed Kimmie a ball they used when warming up. Kimmie held it like a treasure and came back to her seat to show me.

The next day that player was called up to the majors! We should have gotten his autograph on that ball! His last game in the minor league!

Maybe more of those players should want a Kimmie hug!

--Mom