On Labor Day, we took the girls to a Cubs game (Susannah’s first, Nora’s second) and had a terrific time. Even though- due to the ol’ law of If You Need To Be Somewhere, Your Kids Will Nap For Seven Hours- we only managed to see a few innings.
Still terrific.
Because there was a train ride with Ohmygoodness I CAN SEE OUT THIS WINDOW views of [a different part of] the city.
And, after the girls figured out that guys were hitting balls into the general direction of the seats (it was foul ball-tacular that day), they decided to cup their hands together in case a baseball gently floated down from the sky.
I realize that we’ll have to work with them on all things athletic.
There were also stadium hot dogs. With neon green relish and mustard and ketchup and lots of napkins. I thought the smallish Cubbies fans were purty cute, too.
Best hour of The Sports I’ve ever had.
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