Grandma I Am In Position

A large round blue ball. A plastic bat, faded beyond belief. An enthusiastic four-year-old grandson. “Grandma, I am in position,” he says. “Throw the ball.” Bam. It hits me on the top of the head, delighting him. “You are a natural slugger, “I tell him. We repeat these steps about three hundred times. “Five more minutes,” I say. “Ten more,” he answers. He was exhausted in about eight. “You are throwing it wrong!” he told me haughtily. Confidence! Nothing like it.