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Monday, June 29, 2009

How Boys Learn


Of course, some boys never do learn. The rest of us learn by doing. (which means making mistakes, and then not making the same ones again.) So when he went to bed and heard the fireworks going off outside, Liam stretched from the top bunk to try and see the rocket's red glare outside his bedroom window. He over-balanced, fell out of his bed and hit his head on the metal firetruck parked on his floor. Four stitches later, he has learned that fireworks cause dents in firetrucks. (Girls learn by watching boys do things, and deciding that they are being "silly")

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

America's Past Time

The concentration is intense!
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Must get to the dog-pile!
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The crowd goes wild!
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Mom beams with pride!
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Everyone pays close attention, to something else!




The smell of new-mown grass. The sharp crack of the bat! The crowd goes wild!
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A well hit ball finds it's way into the outfield..., and every kid on the team goes after it! When they all get there, the dog pile is painful and intense, but it is the most enthusiastic part of the game, for the diminutive players know that the survivor of the pile who comes out of it with the ball is a hero!
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Mean while, the opposing coach has convinced the smiling batter that it is necessary to run to 1st base where she now stands proudly, with a joyful burst of fidgeting.
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The T-Ball game has begun!