Sunday, Chickster went to his first ever semi-pro Baseball game. We were afraid it would be rained out, or we would at least be wet. But the rain moved on out, causing only a short delay in the start of the game, leaving us with a sunny yet cooler afternoon. The hometown team won, though I'm not really sure of the score since I wasn't really paying attention and Chickster and I left before the game was over. Yeah, we're lightweights.
Daddy's hat was more fun than the game, apparently.
So was Mrs. B's.
Husband and I shared a funnel cake...and fed Chickster puffs. I think he felt left out.
So he decided to eat the stroller in protest.
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