Monday, April 18, 2011

Play Ball!

 Saturday marked the beginning of softball season... our first!  Danny grew up playing ball and is famous (infamous?) for his "tomahawk" swing , and I spent a lot of my childhood watching the Seattle Mariners.  For Alyssa, Parker and I, however, this was our first foray into little league - or rather, a very low-key version sponsored by our local parks and rec.  Reagan was a great little cheerleader, and the big kids had a blast.  The only dark spot of our day was waiting for us on the countertop when we arrived home: 

Wolfie's bowl, sans Wolfie.  The goldfish Parker won at a fall carnival decided he'd had enough of life in a bowl... and jumped out.  Needless to say, this story doesn't have a happy Nemo ending.  Fortunately none of the kids were particularly attached to their pet, and Wolfie took a rather unceremonious trip from the countertop to the trash can.  


Unknown said...

we lost 2 fish that way. so funny and sad!! i wonder what makes them jump?!!

Nancy @ Ordinary Miracles & The Crazy 10 said...

He jumped out? Oh that's kinda funny... in a very sad death way. Just couldn't take it anymore and decided to give it all up! I'm so very sorry for your loss. and thank you for the giggle!