The other evening, the Bear and the Hubs were playing "tennis" on the driveway. They actually use one of those orange golf practice balls because the Bear hits a tennis ball WAY too far. The Hubs was fielding the ball out up the street and decided to let one fly. He hit the ball up in the air towards the front of the garage where the Bear was at. The Bear was chatting with me and wasn't paying attention. The ball? Hit him square on the top of the Bear's head.
What was dat?
That's all he said in a sing-song voice. It was classic. Of all the places to land too. The Hubs was at least 30 feet away. So there was a lot of space in between the two of them.
It's like how they tell you at an ice hockey game: "Always be aware of where the puck is at..."
Hopefully, my little guy pays attention when he's playing - no matter what sport it is!
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