too much time in the outfield

Like most three year old boys, Sam likes any ball that can be thrown, kicked, hit, rolled.  Recently, he's been really into playing baseball with a nice foam bat.  {After being whacked with his fishing pole, I knew the only way to go was a foam bat.}

Jeremy had bought a tee for him to use, but Sam decided he wanted me to throw it to him.  I found myself reaching way back in time to those days in P.E. when we had to play softball....how did Coach Pesnell tell us to stand; what did she say about holding the bat; why didn't I pay more attention; why did I spend so much time in the outfield picking flowers?  With these thoughts rolling in my head, I began showing him how to stand and how to hold his bat, telling him to watch the ball.  Really, it was laughable because I know how little I actually know about the topic.  It must have known just enough because he hit it a couple of times ;).  <sigh of relief>

Who knew being a mama also meant knowing about sports for those days when uppa is working?!  I may have some studying to do....