T Ball

 Yesterday Charlie was out back practicing his "baseball swing" which mostly entails him holding a fake bat, swinging and spinning himself in a 360, then running the bases in a circle - pretty entertaining. I asked Owen if he would go and cheer for Charlie next spring if he plays t-ball, and he immediately said yes, then said, "but mom, I don't want us to have to split up, like you take Charlie to a game and Dad takes me to a game". I said, "ok, so you'd rather that we all try to go together?" and he said "yes, I want us to all go together". 

Granted, the same kid later in the evening kicked some of his brother's cars out of the way and refused to give him a good night hug, but his tender little heart makes mine happy.