Game On

It's officially baseball season in our neighborhood. My neighbors are HUGE baseball fans
(the RED SOX specifically) and they are out in their yard almost every evening when the time changes playing some sort of ball (typically baseball) and they have even worn a path in their yard from so much playing.

My little guy would practically live in their yard if I let him and doesn't quite understand why he can't go over there whenever he pleases. They even have chairs we sit in and we call it the "dugout."

You can tell a great dad by the wear and

tear from playing on his grass,

not by the perfection of his landscaping.