At last night's Little League game, Pete was not the kid who got hit in the mouth and lost a tooth (Max) nor was he the kid who threw his glove into the tree to try to dislodge a ball and got his glove stuck up there (Nick) nor was he one of the kids who were sitting down in the outfield (David, Jake) nor was he the kid who hit a home run (Jack). Nope, Pete was just the skinny, grinning kid who got to first on a nice, hard line drive, the best hit of his young career. (Jack's home run batted him in.)
Congratulations, Pete! Your Mum's not just a little bit proud, is she?
Posted by: Susan Barr | May 31, 2006 at 06:57 PM
Heh. I think we've played that exact game before, but we were the ones who lost the tooth.
Posted by: Anne Glamore | May 31, 2006 at 07:16 PM
I think I am feeling extra sentimental today for some reason because that made me cry. I always love and relate to the Pete stories.
Posted by: Janeen | June 02, 2006 at 05:20 PM