So we were at the ballfield yesterday for one of The Boy’s weekend tournaments. Overall, things went well and the team is beginning to gel so I am no longer filled with dread whenever I have to go watch a game. Plus, The Boy has finally begun to figure out how to hit a fast pitch, and he survived his first experience of getting beaned by a pitch with no lasting psychological damage. Good news all around.
The Girl spent her time at the ballpark going through my purse for snacks and trying to eat mud. In other words, it was a typical day in the life of The Girl.
The highlight of the day came, however, when I happened to glance over to see a friend’s 8-year-old son sitting on the pavement playing with what looked like a plastic wrapped cylinder. Since I didn’t have to worry about him eating said cylinder (unlike the way I would if The Girl had found it), I didn’t pay too much attention until I happened to glance back over and see that the object he had freed from said cylinder was an unused tampon.
Hilarity ensued among the moms and dads on the bleachers. Hilarity doubled when the boy in question brought the remains of the tampon up to his mom and said, “Look! I found a tiny pillow!” and proceeded to lay his head upon it.
Ah, baseball season.
April 11, 2011 at 8:59 pm
Reminds me of the story I heard come out of Iraq. Some 18 year old male somehow discovered that bleeding from a bullet wound could be stopped with said device and remarked upon it enthusiastically to his mother. She was unimpressed by his discovery.
April 12, 2011 at 2:30 pm
I’m laughing out loud here. Of course, I’ve had to explain to my son about mommy’s special band aids.