Later this afternoon I received a text from Grandpa saying he'd be able to make it. "Awesome!" I responded "I'll tell Heather she has to keep her end of the bargain." It's good to see Grandpa done with work for the year (hopefully he fully retires soon - hint hint) and able to hang out.
Dressed in a new pair of warm sweats, a cute new jacket and an adorable pink hat, we packed everything up and headed to the ball fields. We had the late games night, first at-bat scheduled for 8:30 p.m.
Is this Candy Land??? |
From my vantage point at first base it looked like Two Grandpa's and a baby. You had them running all over the place.
I'm not sure who's idea it was but someone decided it was wise to buy candy for you from the concession stand. It wasn't just a piece or two, they loaded you up! I came in from the field to see Jim holding you and Grandpa squeezing a tube of some liquid sugar - I think it was some kind of Jolly Rancher - into your mouth all while you were holding some gummy type of candy.
You seemed to enjoy it but came out of the ordeal a sticky mess.
Mom had to take you into the concession stand and use their sink to clean you off.
I think Grandpa felt a little guilty. Three or four times he said he was going to buy you a hot dog and load it with ketchup to help soak up the sugar in your system. I asked him "How much dd she have?" He just looked at me "A lot."
Hey, it's a grandparents privilege to have fun then send you home with mom and dad.
Both games were done within an hour as we beat the other team pretty handily tonight. Let's keep our fingers crossed for you to crash and sleep soundly!
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