T-ball practices are over and our games have officially started! I am so proud to be a New York Met! Dad is an excellent coach because guess what? We won our first game! (We aren't supposed to keep track, but of course Dad did.) The entire game was a great time! Even when we were sitting in the dugout waiting to bat, I was dancing around, talking and just having a blast. Then, when I was fielding, I would dance in the outfield! A couple of times Dad would have to yell at us, "Show me your set position!" He did so much yelling, he practically went hoarse the first game. Maybe once we get the hang of things, his job will be a little easier!
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