Yesterday, I finally remembered to do something I’ve been promising my son I’d do with him for nearly six months. Honestly, I feel a little bad about it. It’s one of those things where he asks if we can go and do it, and I tell him we’ll do it later, and then we both forget about it for a week.
That thing was taking a ball into the tennis court at our condo complex and playing… kickball? “Mysonball”, more accurately. Because the game involved him throwing the ball over the net, and hitting the fence, and declaring he had scored a point. And then I had to kick it back. We went at this for about 20 minutes, with me kicking the ball and him running after it and me walking to go get it when he threw it back, and he laughed so hard he nearly fell over. The final score was “all the points!” to “eleventy hojillion and three”.
He scored “all the points!”, so he won. But I had a great time with my son, so I think I won too.