too windy & wet to go to the park tonight so we played in the front yard instead. brody wanted to practice his swing so he ran off to get a bat and...uh, football.

you sure you don't want me to get your wiffle balls, bro?
no, i'm a football player.
with a bat?
yes, i am a really strong football player. throw me the ball so i can hit it.

realizing this was a dead end conversation, i started pitching the football to the football player holding a bat.

and then the new neighbors show up. of course they did. as if it is their duty to protect brody from a clueless mom.

and then i hear....

he's a lefty!

lord help me.