Warning!

Adorable toddler stories ahead! Proceed at your own risk...

Yesterday the boy and I played baseball for awhile inside. He was hitting the (foam) ball so hard that I was thinking we won't be able to do this inside for much longer. After I left to go shopping, the boy asked his father to play baseball. After a long series of not hitting any pitches, the boy said, "No, Daddy, pitch so I can hit it!".

This morning the boy, struggling between sleep and waking, snaked a tiny arm around my neck and said, "Scotchie misses her family." Scotch is one of our cats. I can only assume he was dreaming. Or he's going to grow up to be Dr. Doolittle.