I had a lovely book-loving mother moment Tuesday after the girls’ softball practice. Lucy had gotten a really solid hit on the first pitch and was feeling really satisfied and proud about it, and I said, “Yeah, the feeling you get when you know the bat has gotten a big piece of the ball is such a great feeling, right?”
She said, “Yeah, my bat hit that ball with a big thwack! just like Anne’s slate on Gilbert’s head.”
Then it was my turn to feel satisfied and proud.