Last week John got 2 free tickets from
work to see the
Sea Dogs play a night game. He took Jack and our neighbor took his daughter (Jacks' "best friend!") and as they backed out of the driveway I silently cackled to myself... "We'll see if this was such a great idea when they get home at 10:00 tonight!"
Apparently, I should eat my words because John said Jack did great! He used the public bathrooms just fine, and only got really antsy around the 6th inning. When they got home (at 10 p.m.) Jack was looking a little tipsy. He was slurring his words and his eyes were half closed. The next morning he slept until 9 a.m. and woke up telling me about
Slugger, "the baseball dog," and the smiley face on his hand (a stamp they gave everyone in the NYL room). He had a great time.
Apparently, I should eat my words because John said Jack did great! He used the public bathrooms just fine, and only got really antsy around the 6th inning. When they got home (at 10 p.m.) Jack was looking a little tipsy. He was slurring his words and his eyes were half closed. The next morning he slept until 9 a.m. and woke up telling me about Slugger, "the baseball dog," and the smiley face on his hand (a stamp they gave everyone in the NYL room). He had a great time.
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