What was I to say in response? It's true! I never asked her if she was interested in playing. Ya know why? Because I knew what her answer would be and frankly, all I cared about were the T-ball pictures. I'm mean let's just be honest here. I know I get the bad mom award for this one but really, those pictures are priceless; they always are. I just wanted her to be able to say that at least once in her life she played baseball and she had the proverbial T-ball photos to prove it!
And in the spirit of honesty and bad mom moments, ya wanna know what else I did? After I had signed her up, I bribed her into sticking with it and playing out the season by buying her a pink baseball glove! Once she saw that cute glove at Big 5 next to all the other boring, boyish gloves and she knew that all she had to do to make that stylish glove her own was to promise me that she'd play...well it was a done deal! Sad thing is, I knew she couldn't pass it up! Talk about entrapment! It even came with a free, matching back pack! I mean seriously? What girl passes that up? Even if it is equipment for a sport you have absolutely no interest in. The point is, Olivia looked into the future and saw herself in left-field lookin' stylish and chic! Good on her for being so insightful! Besides, what's that saying? "Beauty before pain" or something to that effect?
Anyway, I'm not proud of it, but hey! It happens! And now I not only have cute T-Ball pictures to show my grandchildren, but I have a funny story to go with it! Cheers!