The boys could play ball for hours. Doesn't matter what kind of ball, they love it! I enjoy whatching and playing with them. Doesn't mean I am good at it though. We were practing for Jake's first T-ball practise and I threw him a ball which missed the mit and hit his face. Poor kid. I felt so bad. Didn't discouage him though.
This is Logan's sense of humor. He was seriously going to church like this! Alien wierdo Day, he said. And Jake believed him.
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