My son, Bubba, and I went outside to play a little baseball . He was the pitcher. I was the hitter.
"Check this pitch out," he said, spinning in circles before releasing the ball. "It's the anti-spin pitch!"
Okay. Somehow I managed to hit the thing and send it across the yard as a ground ball.
Next pitch. "Here's a slow pitch," my son said. He came within ten feet of me and threw the ball straight up in the air. It came down right in front of me, and again, I managed to hit it.
"You're good, Mama," Bubba said. "Now try this one." He whipped the ball so fast - right at my head.
I ducked and the ball crashed into the fence behind me.
"What was that?" I yelled. "You could've knocked my teeth out!"
"Sorry, Mama. That was a head ball. You had to use your head to get out of the way!"
Grrr. Needless to say, that was the last pitch of the day!