Our Little Man

The plan was to get one last action shot from his last baseball game of the season. But, Mother Nature had other ideas.

We started the game at 6:30, and by the 5th batter (Merrick), the rain started. He had a 3-1 count on him when the umpire ordered both teams to their dugouts, and play never resumed.

So, when we got home, I ordered him to pose for me in front of the garage. Our little man, our little ballplayer.

He wanted to pose,
in the solemn rank and file,
but I forced him to smirk,
I forced him to smile.