Immediately after arriving home he and Baba did indeed hold batting practice. There were gales of giggles; the bat being tapped on the ground, the little "backside" wiggling around, and the winding of the bat just like the big guys. John Guo also is very precise on where his Baba should pitch the ball, and when it is a "ball" instead of in his strike zone.
In about 45 minutes Guo was back inside hunting for the soccer ball. It seems he still had an excess of energy and hadn't quite worn out (?) Baba. At this point I'm not sure what happen, but this sport activity didn't last quite as long.
Coming thru the door Guo made the pronouncement: "Baba's in biggg trouble! Not me!!"
When I asked why? It seems the soccer ball just happened to make way to one of my rhododendrons and break off part of it. I explained it was an accident... so it would be ok...
The advantages of a Sunday afternoon of play far out weighed the loss of a branch from a plant!!!
1 comment:
Great web idea Barbara! I love the way you write as much as I love hearing about John Guo.
Happy Friday or as a friend of mine taught me to say Aloha Friday!
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