Apparently, I need to sign up for pitching lessons. My baseball coach may be only 3 feet tall, but he is rather obsessive and quite demanding. It wasn't enough for me to play catch with him; Caleb insisted that I pitch him the ball properly. Never mind that I was wearing Madi at the time. He demanded that I wear a glove, hike the proper leg, and throw the ball even with his bat. After my valiant effort (more yoga than baseball, with the balancing involved) he declared "Mommy no is good at baseball."
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