THE STRIKE-OUT KING

Yesterday when I picked up Big T from school, while we were waiting for Coco at her school, the child started pitching a ‘no hitter’ to me with his commentary.  Keep in mind this all occurred within 15 minutes while we were waiting in the car for his sister…..
(He actually IS an excellent pitcher, and catcher, and whatever other position that they put him in, btw.....not just Mom's opinion.... :-)....I had to throw that in......cut me some slack.  LOL)

STRIKE ONE:
He is looking through his zip-up binder….(yes…he says I’m a genius for getting that)….
T:  "I will NEVER TRUST GIRLS AGAIN!!!”
Me: “Ummm….how come?”
T: “The girl who sits next to me asked to borrow my glue…and I ASKED her not to waste it….AND SHE DID.” (Exasperated shaking of the blonde head)…. (LOL from me).
Me: (Mommy will fix it)….”Let me see it…..it’s not COMPLETELY empty.”
T: “Well…it’s pretty much gone....she just kept USING IT!!!  So I have to have another one now.”
Me: “Okay….but you’ll have to trust ME to get ya one…..ok????” LOL
T: “Ok.”
:-)

STRIKE TWO:
We are waiting on the curb and cars are coming by beside us to get their kids……out of the blue he says…
“Mom, when I get a car…..I want a TAXI.”   (Why?  Because he had just seen a car with 'Mom's Taxi' in shoepolish on the window....and WHY NOT?  LOL)

(Okay, so yeah, I immediately started laughing because his sister usually says she wants a Dually.... you know, the big trucks with 4 wheels in back...I know….but THAT’S what she saying right now. … or we see a 2010 Camaro and Little T wants THAT...ME TOO, by the way… :0)….sorry…I had to digress for a second….So….back to the ‘taxi’ comment..)

I said, “Well, for where we live, that MIGHT not be the best option.”
T says, “I could move to New York City.” Me: “Do you know how to get AROUND in NYC?”
T: “I could learn.”
Okay….gotta give him credit here for thinking this through. I had to stop arguing….
(Except…..Baby…I can’t let you go to NYC…I don’t even wanna visit there.
End of conversation. For now.  :-(      Remember, he’s only 10…..it’s gonna change a million times. Luckily.   Just keep hoping, hoping, hoping.   :-)

STRIKE THREE:
Right before it’s time for Coco to get out of school, a minivan squeezes into the area in front of us and another car parked on the curb, where it looks like there isn’t enough space…..but it does it anyway.
T: “STUPID  SHENANIGANS!!!!”
Me: (Sorry I was laughing so hard I couldn’t say anything)

And….therefore…..My brilliant, funny pitcher struck me out….all in 15 minutes and I'm pretty sure, without even trying.

Nice game, T....Well-played……let’s play again sometime......Are you busy tomorrow???  :)
Love, MOM <3