Favorite part...

From the last post it is obvious that Gibson is playing t-ball. Last year was a little rough. My son was the number one flower-picker on his team. While everyone else was running in a herd after the ball, my son was sneaking toys in his pocket and playing with them on the field. My favorite moment from last season was Gibson fielding on second and talking to EVERY person that got to his base.

"How are you? My name is Gibson. I have a new glove. Did you get a new glove?"

At one point during that game, a little girl from the opposing team stopped at second with Gibson and was examining his glove and carrying on a complete conversation during the game. Meanwhile, her mother was sitting next to me in the stands, screaming at the top of her lungs, "Stop talking to that kid! Run to the next base!" Yep, one of my prouder moments.

We were pretty surprised when Gibson asked to play ball again this year. After last year, our general perception was that he really couldn't care less. Anyway, we signed him up and we are into our season. Tonight, Gibson had a really hard time listening to his coaches. He really didn't want to participate and was really only interested in playing on the playground. I caught him once as he sneaked off and I had to send him back to his team. He got in trouble a couple of other times for not listening. After practice, Shane was talking to him and was asking him if he really even wanted to play ball and telling him he had to listen, etc. Gibson was listening about as intently as a 5 year old listens. After a minute of talking to Gib, he asked, "What do you like most about playing baseball?"

Gibson answered quickly, "I like the end, when it's over."

Nothing like a good, honest answer. He later said that he likes the end the best because of the snack. That's even better. I'm giving up an evening and a morning every week for a snack.

Watch out Sports Illustrated, here we come.