Is this a rule at your house?
'Cause it's not at mine!
In fact, when this one was 18 months old, his dad screwed a cup hook into the woodwork of our beautiful 1905 pocket doors to hang a whiffle ball so that he could work on eye-hand coordination. (But I never told you that!)
Yup, that's him. You kinda have to hide behind stuff when J-man is up to bat. I think it was all that time he had figuring out eye-hand coordination.
Even Dancer-girl has a mean swing, don'tcha think?
And here's Austin, our soccerman, who was at one time the best catcher in the league. Still in perfect baseball form.
This must have been when I was up to bat, and yes, I have photos of it, and no, you will never see them.
Even the dogs get in on the action.
Yes, we play ball in the house. All kinds of ball, all the time, whenever we want, and no one ever gets in trouble.
And the only thing that ever got broken was a chandelier. Actually, two chandeliers. With a golf club. By the big guy.
(And I never told you that, either.)
What rules are regularly broken at your house?
