Thanks to the picture-perfect weather we've been enjoying this week (as in warm but not too hot, and zero humidity), the kids and I headed to the park with friends yesterday afternoon. This particular park (Kidscape for the locals) has a terrific playground that I figured would keep the kids occupied for a while. Which probably would have been the case, had Danny not spied the baseball field located behind it. 
The diamond was quiet, so after Danny plead his case, we headed over to check it out. We were without ball or bat, but that didn't stop Danny from stepping up to home plate and asking me to pretend to pitch him balls. After his homer swing, he promptly ran to third base. We spent a lot of the afternoon correcting his running direction, though the example Jason set for Danny was much more worthwhile than
anything we told him. Suffice to say we were there for a while. Clare was a good sport and got in on the action, primarily because Jason and Sarah were there - I seriously doubt she would have stuck around if it had just been Danny and me.
Having finally coaxed the crew back to the playground (one can only throw so many imaginary pitches), Danny walked next to me and mentioned that next time he'd like to bring his bat and ball and glove. Sure thing, buddy - but I will definitely make sure that this is not the only park in the rotation...
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