The other day, I was playing outside with my son. We played a little football, followed by baseball. I was the pitcher. We played for about twenty minutes, then he wanted to switch.
"Mama, I'm the best pitcher!" he said.
I looked at him sideways. "How do you figure that?"
"Because I know how to pitch the perfect pitch."
"Really?" I asked. "I have to see this!"
"You have to be a really good player to hit it."
"I am a good player," I said.
"Okay. Are you ready?"
He winded up the pitch, and then walked forward.
"Dude, what are you doing?" I asked.
He grinned. "Pitching the perfect pitch."
He dropped the ball at the tip of my left foot.
"That was a perfect pitch?" I asked.
"Yep. It went exactly where I wanted it to go!"
Before I go, I'd like to wish all Americans a very Happy Fourth of July!