dodgeball

Went to play dodgeball last night. It's an annual fundraiser for the Port Chester Youth Baseball League, which Jack may one day play in, in which fathers throw dodge balls at each other and try to avoid getting hurt. Jack came along.

- On the way there in the car, he said, "Should I yell 'Andy'? Because there will be a lot of kids yelling out 'Daddy'."

- Once there, he saw his friend Nick. "Nicky!!!!!!" They sat together, or rather stood together, yelling and whooping and pumping their fists, often related to what was happening on the court, but not always. It was pretty cool.

- We actually did pretty well, but of course we lost a game eventually. As I walked to the sideline, I saw Jack working his way down the stands, and he delivered a line that I suspect Aunt Cathy, who was watching him, or Reanna told him to say. "At least you tried your best!" he yelled.

- One of the other Dad's daughters was there, and she kind of likes Jack. He told me how she tells school stories, and since there are two Jacks in the class, she always specifies, "And then Jack -- you know, the one I like -- said...."