A month ago I told Ra to get ready for little league as it was fast approaching. He told me he didn't want to play this year. I said he had to. LOL! I wasn't kidding.

Friday, Ra brought home this sign up sheet for baseball. He gave it to Grandpa and told him here sign me up since you're making me play. This morning while taking him to school I asked him if he wanted to play baseball and he said yes he did. Did I force him? I don't think so. I think he really wants to play but wasn't sure how to let us know. I could be wrong...but I doubt it.

Back in my day if you weren't good enough to play on the team you didn't get picked. Now everyone gets to play. Is that what they call be politically correct. Last year they told Ra that he couldn't pitch because he couldn't control the ball on account that he lost the tip of his finger. Poppycock!!!! Set your mind to the task and make it happen. He is, after all, my grandson. He can do anything he sets his mind to. It's a gift we have. Mind over matter!!! We don't mind and you don't matter. I told you I was feeling weird today.

Gotta get back on the chores.

Happy Cooking,
Sum