Hail and snow were still sticking to the grass, so, of course, David and I had to go outside and play ball. I'm not good at baseball. Throwing, hitting, or catching I tend to close my eyes and flinch. I could use a reality check because, in this case, we were using plastic balls and bats. Chance of getting hurt? Zero.

The t-ball stand was buried somewhere in the ice crystals, so, for the first time, we tried me pitching. If I were a good pitcher, he would get a hit every time. I did ok. He got twelve hits. I even coached him to stand sideways, and did, in fact, say things like "keep your eye on the ball." And I tried really hard to keep my eyes open. David swung and hit a moving ball. That's pretty cool.