Sunday evening, we were all outside having fun on the trampoline (kids) and relaxing (parents) and Daniel had the idea of playing kick ball. He got out the bases and we split everyone into teams. I was pitcher. Foster was third base coach. Debbie was our spectator.

We had a good time and the kids all played along. At one point Adelyn, ready to kick at homeplate, expressed a nervousness about not doing well. And Debbie said, “Well, it’s just our family. Be thankful that it’s not a whole class of sixth grade boys.”

I’m thinking it’s possible that she speaks from personal experience.