At my daughter’s softball game a few days ago, my son was playing with a six year old girl. He loves this girl. If she’s not at a game to watch her big sister, he will continually ask me where she is.
As a matter of fact, when she arrived at the ballfield, he ran to her with arms wide open, yelling her name, and for a second, I thought he was going to tackle her. You never know with this kid. It’s not unreasonable to think he would pounce on her chest like a puppy and start licking her face.
They were playing behind our row of chairs and at one point I turned around to see my boy jumping furiously.
When we got home I asked, “Why were you jumping so much tonight?”
And, I decided I’m going to sit him down to have a talk with his Dad because his reply was, “Because Grace told me to.”