Sam had his first t-ball game of the season (and of his life) this week. He took it very seriously, of course, and ran for the ball every time it made its way onto the field anywhere. The kid's not very laid back about anything, so that wasn't really a surprise. For some reason, though, we never thought to give him any water despite how red and sweaty he was looking. So later when he was waiting for his food to arrive at a nearby restaurant, he chugged his chocolate milk. And about two minutes after that, he complained of a tummy ache and vomited his chocolate milk into a malt cup.
We're planning to work with Sam on dialing it back at t-ball next week. But other than that, I'm pretty grateful to be spending a handful of summer evenings watching him play.
2 comments:
Poor little guy...Maybe he doesn't need to pull it back if he stays hydrated.
Sam's living life with such gusto. Always fun to read about his escapades.
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