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 apparently drawn the attention of an amorous young teammate. Emma has established among her team that her spot on the bench is the very first one, closest to the gate to go on the field. She runs straight to it, puts down her glove and water bottle, and looks around to dare anyone from trying to encroach on her territory. In her steadfast refusal to move, she was joined by the young man, who made several attempts to express his adoration with a kiss. Hearing much laughter, we turn to see Emma pushing, shoving, and declaring emphatically, "This is NOT a wedding and WE ARE NOT GETTING MARRIED!" Her scorn did not seem to have much affect on the kissing bandit, and Emma eventually spent the majority of the rest of her time in the dugout with her glove over her face. Recommendations to her that she move to another location in the dugout went unheeded, as she does not believe in negotiating with terrorists. Her father and I have only requested a copy of the young man's bank statement before we weigh in on whether Emma will marry him or not. (Note, we would be more concerned, but as mentioned before, she has a fabulous right hook, and is definitely anti-boy right now. We'd worry more if she WANTED him to kiss her.)
Despite the harassment, she seems to love the diamond, and that makes me one very happy ex-softball player!
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 apparently drawn the attention of an amorous young teammate. Emma has established among her team that her spot on the bench is the very first one, closest to the gate to go on the field. She runs straight to it, puts down her glove and water bottle, and looks around to dare anyone from trying to encroach on her territory. In her steadfast refusal to move, she was joined by the young man, who made several attempts to express his adoration with a kiss. Hearing much laughter, we turn to see Emma pushing, shoving, and declaring emphatically, "This is NOT a wedding and WE ARE NOT GETTING MARRIED!" Her scorn did not seem to have much affect on the kissing bandit, and Emma eventually spent the majority of the rest of her time in the dugout with her glove over her face. Recommendations to her that she move to another location in the dugout went unheeded, as she does not believe in negotiating with terrorists. Her father and I have only requested a copy of the young man's bank statement before we weigh in on whether Emma will marry him or not. (Note, we would be more concerned, but as mentioned before, she has a fabulous right hook, and is definitely anti-boy right now. We'd worry more if she WANTED him to kiss her.)
Despite the harassment, she seems to love the diamond, and that makes me one very happy ex-softball player!
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