. . . yesterday and today.
I think it’s very good for children to see their parents having fun being really, really bad at something: and for them to be really good at it. My hand is still stinging. I told him I was testing his fielding skills but he wasn’t buying it.
(When I searched for a photo to go with this post, it appears there are NO PHOTOS ON THE INTERNET of moms playing catch with their kids. And no photos of ANYONE doing this in their tiny inner-city backyards. Fine. Here’s a one of a parrot playing catch with a dog, which is apparently more common.)