It is 7:00 am. All is quiet. OUCH... what in the world was that? IAIN? what are you doing dressed and wearing your cleats? "Hi, Mommy, is it time to leave for T-Ball yet?" "Not quite baby, your first T-Ball practice isn't until 6:00 this evening." "Ok, Mommy, so can we leave now? And by the way, will I be on TV?"
It is 11:30 am. "Ok, Mommy let's leave now so we'll be there." No, Iain first we're going to the YMCA and then home for lunch." "Ok, but will there be lots and lots of people there to watch me play?"
It is 3:30 pm. "Mommy, we HAVE to leave or we'll be late!" No, Iain first we're going to go and watch a dress rehearsal for our good friend Taylor.
It is 4:30 pm. "Oh good, we're leaving, which way to T-Ball?" Not quite yet Iain, we're taking Kyle to karate, but soon.
It is 5:45 pm. "Ok, Iain, let's go it is finally time for T-Ball." Oh, no, what is that, it can't be true!! A hearfelt prayer was offered up pleading for God to stop the downpouring rain.
It is 6:00 pm. We have arrived at the field. There are no coaches. There are no bats. There are no balls. There are a few other cars filled with overly excited children who are about to receive the worst news of their week....T-BALL IS CANCELLED DUE TO RAIN. It will resume next Wednesday night.
It is 6:05 pm. We are leaving the field. It is silent except for the tears dropping from Iain's cheeks.
It is 6:15 pm. The sun is shining, the sky is blue, the tears are still dripping.
The injustice of waiting almost 12 hours to play a sport for the first time only to be halted by a pouring rain in the midst of a sunny day is just too much for a 5 year old to handle.
It is 8:00 pm. Iain has eaten pizza from Subway. He is still wearing his cleats, but the trama is over.
It is 9:00 pm. "No, Iain, you may NOT wear your cleats to bed." Good night my little T-Ball Player. You are my star!!
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