When our boys were little, their dad played on a bar-league softball team.
I hated it.
Games were played at 630, 730, or 830 pm, depending on the week, which meant that dad was not home during bedtime on those evenings. And the boys wanted to go *to* the games. Why wouldn’t they? During the games, kids ran around relatively unsupervised and ate candy fro…
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