Well, Little Sunshine is at it again. She has begun her new T-Ball season, and all indications are that she loves it. What she does not love are the boys she must share the field with. Her very first game, she ran to second base, where a poor unsuspecting boy stood squarely on the bag because his coach had told him to play on second. And, he took that literally. Emma's coach told her to get on second. And, she took that literally. She runs up to him, and he just looked at her. She stood there for one second, and we thought a showdown was sure to ensue. I was proud of the fact that she did not employ her fabulous right hook. Instead, she turned around with her back facing him, stuck out her booty, and used what the good Lord gave her to push him off the base. The poor boy looked up at her a little confused, not sure what to do next. She glowered down at him, with hands on hips, Queen of the Mountain. (Or, second base.) Her natural feistiness on the field has appare
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