This is me intently watching my son’s baseball game. Oh, and his big sister, equally intent on the game.
Again, me very involved in my son’s batting progress, throwing skills and base running…I think…was this a baseball game? Uh? As for my youngest I don’t think he stopped saying, ” I’m hungry. Can we go?” until he found the dirt mound to roll in like a dog on a dead carcass.
Sorry, son…I need to just move over here to get better reception. Go team! And uh, what quarter is it, uh, I mean inning…whatever, is the game over yet?
I laughed when my friend asked if I wanted her to film my boy at bat, “Haahahahaha! Oh, wait, you’re serious?” Like I would go home and NOT WATCH IT AGAIN!!
Oh Lord, I’m a terrible sport mom.