Apparently, if I behave myself, I’ll be allowed to catch the kid as Debbie pushes him out. I’ve been practicing. A few weeks ago I bought a catcher’s mitt; I’m softening it up with mink oil and keeping it wrapped around a softball to get a nice pocket created for the kid’s head.
Catching my son will be the best thing to ever happen to me.
SAME THING HAPPENED TO ME WHEN YOU WERE BORN