We went to our first* baseball game tonight. Apparently one of the main attractions is the beer man. He wears a vibrant, fluorescent shirt, and yells, "COLD BEER!" to the top of his lungs. Each time, after he'd passed through, both kids would ask, "Where's cold beer?" He was someone we did not want to let out of our sight, or so I learned.
*first as in, we went last year, but it was NOT enjoyed - too much noise leading to melt downs. This is the first year the kids have placed interest in a ball game... We passed Victory Field one day and Thomas said, "That's where they play baseball." Neither of his parents had ever told him that!
They were both interested in why people went on and off the field (and disturbed when we could see our team as we sat behind the dugout). Thomas asked a lot of great questions and we had a wonderful time.
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