America’s past time

Daddy said it was time for me to learn a new game. He said it was known as America’s past time – baseball. It didn’t take long for me to pick it up. Daddy told me that I already know how to run. I know how to swing – and I make contact with the ball or the stand almost all the time. He told me all I had to do was put them all together in a certain sequence. I think I did a pretty good job.

My daddy said we needed to get real bases as some point, but that we would play it hood style – with a truck, chair, and tree as bases. Uh dad, didn’t you go to private school and live in Lake Highlands? How hood is that????

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Octo-Parker

So I woke up this morning and couldn’t wait to go outside and enjoy the beautiful day. So I threw my shoes on and went outside in my pajamas to play with my octopus.

My daddy and I would decide which color we would touch on the octopus and then race to the color. I usually don’t beat my daddy too often, but for some reason I was on this day. I beat him to the color every time. As a matter of fact, there were times when I could have sworn I was running so fast that daddy seemed like he was just walking. He wouldn’t even get close to winning. I was the only one getting soaked as I touched the color we chose.

And it’s all fun until someone gets squirted in the eye by an octopus.

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