Opening day blues

DH got 2 tickets for Opening Day yesterday. He took J with him. A was livid because she used to go, but now that she's in 2nd grade, it isn't so easy to pull her out of school. It was J's turn this year.

I took him to school and stayed to help with mass and phonics. When we left, J did a good job of not announcing to the entire class that he was going to the game. The teacher was worried about upsetting one other boy who had been crying for 2 days because his dad had to go out of town and he didn't get to go to opening day.

We came home to find B raring and ready to go to the game. I suspect that DH might have mentioned baseball game in front of B. (He denies it.) B had put on shoes (his own selection) and a baseball cap and he was all set to go. Unfortunately, B wasn't going to the game. He was staying home with me. Boy, was he mad when they left him behind.

I, the great mother that I am, pulled out the camera to document his torment.