Tonight as we were on our way to the base for baseball practice, I started to smell something...for lack of a better word...yummy! The smell seemed to get stronger as I opened my window.
Is there a festival around? It smelled like fresh cotton candy.
"What is that smell, Mom?" my son asked disgusted. "It smells like a girl." Ah, in time you will seek out that smell, my little man, like a moth to a flame...but not until you are 30.
At any rate, my daughter, who was dressed in cleats and sweats, with hair in a pony tail started to giggle.
"It's just my lip gloss," she cheerfully exclaimed. "Isn't it divine?"
Oh my. On our way to baseball and she is primping! Agghhh!!!
Fast forward to practice...my little moon-beam is playing right field. Between hits (which, admittedly are few and far between...) she is putting on lip gloss! How did she manage to get that on the field?!
On the drive home, we talked about each of the kids' shining moments at practice as well as the areas to help us grow. My daughter tends to stand there and let the other kids get the ball rather than run after it herself.
"Sweetie, you need to run after the ball. It is not going to come directly to you. Run after it! You own the right field", I encouraged her.
"Oh, like I am Queen of the Right Field Valley!" she exclaimed.
Yes... little shining-cotton-candy-lip-gloss-Queen, like you are the Queen of Right Field.
**sigh** Well, I guess this is a step up from the dandelion bouquets I used to receive during soccer season.