Pick a sport, any sport.

Henry played the role of athlete yesterday. We went to soccer in the morning (he loved his new kicked-back coach) and in the afternoon we went to "our" park by the middle school and he ran the bases (truly, his favorite thing to do at this park) over and over again. He'd come around home plate as fast as he could - huffin and puffin - and say, "Mom, that's the last time. I'm not going again." And, as soon as I'd turn around - he'd be off again, running around 1st, 2nd and 3rd as fast as his little legs would carry him. He was framed by middle-school football practice on the field next to us and an adult soccer league on a field a bit aways from us. It made him look just fantastic - this little guy, all by himself - running around the bases like crazy in the middle of these big people. And, I don't want to be one of those prophetic moms, but I think that little fool is going to be quite the baseball player someday...or at least he's probably going to love doing it. Or I'm going to love watching it. Wichever.