My boy started T-Ball a few days ago. He was very excited to get started, almost nightly he would ask if that was the night it started and each time I had to disappoint him and tell him no. So FINALLY that night came. He made sure he had his ball pants, his Twins jersey, cleats, Twins hat and glove. He even packed his ball bag..you know just in case they didn't have bats there.
So Ellery and I watched him for the allotted one hour and head home for supper. We had just started eating when he says to me:
'Well, don't you have something to say to me.'
I am pretty sure I gave him a look like what the heck are you talking about, so I say to him, 'use your napkin'.
He says 'No, you are supposed to tell me I did a good job at T-ball tonight.'
So I told him, 'I did tell you that at T-ball tonight but you must have been too busy chatting with your T-ball friends to hear me'.
To which he replies 'oh'.
Yep, it starts at a very young age. Boys, who will grow up into men who aren't good listeners.
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