Father of the Year?

That glove was pretty big for him – during his Rookie year.

I cut the grass tonight. As usual, I had to use a riding mower. That means I can’t see things before I run over them. Especially when they’re dark things.

Like baseball gloves.

Yep. I ran over Aiden’s baseball glove tonight. It completely shredded the thing. I felt horrible.

There he is – playing catcher. See? He don’t need no stinkin’ t-ball glove.

On the bright side, he really did need a new glove. This one was a T-Ball-sized glove and there was so little padding that it really hurt his hand when he caught line-drives while playing second base. I didn’t run out and buy him another glove because he played catcher most of the year. No need to buy him a glove that he wouldn’t use very much this year and might out-grow by next year. Oh yeah – have I mentioned how the boy is growing like a weed? We need to put a brick on his head or he’s going to be taller than his Momma before Thanksgiving. That’ s not allowed yet.

So now his glove looks like it was run through a heavy-duty, industrial-strength paper shredder. All hope is lost.

Yeah. I think this qualifies me for Father of the Year – don’t you? Maybe even Father of the Decade.

I think such an honor comes with a prize. Like a major award or something. I’ll be anxiously awaiting the UPS Guy, FedEx Guy, or USPS Gal come Monday morning in anticipation of my major award that’s sure to be delivered to me ASAP.

I’m sure it looks like this.

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Howdy. I'm Matt. My wife, Christy, and I have four kids and two dogs, I'm passionate about orphan care. I'm a die-hard fan of the Evansville Aces, the Indiana Hoosiers, and Star Wars. I'm trying to live life by the Todd family motto: "It behooves us to live!"
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