Guy's Night

Tonight was Braden's first baseball game experience. Dad decided it was time to take him to watch the Wingnuts play. Braden was sooooo excited! He woke up this morning and told me, "Mom, I don't want to go back to bed. I want to watch baseball with Daddy".

I got home from work and he and Daddy packed up for the game. They were meeting some of Scott's buddies for Guy's Night. Ellison and I settled in for some quiet girl time at home. In less than an hour at the ballpark, I get a call from one of the guys--Chris. He asks, "Are you busy? Can you come pick up the boy?" I said, "Seriously?" Evidently, Braden saw the mascot, and from that time on, had not let go of Scott's neck. He was scared of the "Skurl".

So, I loaded up Ellison and we headed to the ballpark. Daddy and Braden were waiting at the front gate. On the way home, I kept asking Braden why he didn't want to stay and watch the ballgame. The first answer I got was, "I wanted to eat supper." The next answer was, "The skurl didn't give me a baseball." When we got home, I asked him again and he said, "The skurl forgot to give me a baseball." He was almost tearing up this time and he kept repeating it. It about broke my heart! We'll see how long it takes us to get him back to the ballpark! That "Skurl" better give him a ball next time--I mean, C'mon!