When Tasha was five, we enrolled her in softball/T-ball. The three cutest things during the first game were these (in reverse order):
- The coaches organized the kids so nicely in the field but whenever a ball was hit, every one of them would leave their spots and run helter skelter to get it. They even knocked down the kids on the other team who were trying to run around the bases! Now I know why the base runners wear those helmets *ouch*.
- The kids weren't always clear on the changes in what you do between when you bat and when you're in the field. In one case a child batted the ball, ran after it, picked it up and then proceeded to run around the bases carrying the ball. (My husband actually thought it was a pretty good idea and claimed he was going to try it at his next game *grin*).
- Er, my daughter was standing on third base and the ball was hit.
The coach yelled "run home". Unfortunately, we were playing in a field
just down the street a bit from our house and, well,... she ran home. By the time my husband and I figured out what she was doing and
went after her she had made it to the front steps (tears streaming
down her cheeks). It took a couple hugs and a bit of reassurance to get her out to the game again.
When the coach shouted "run home" (in his big boomy voice), Tasha thought she'd done something wrong (sort of like being told "go to your room"). It was really hard to give the required hugs without laughing our fool heads off!
The following year, we enrolled in soccer *wink*