Play Ball-Ish.

I’m not saying my brother and his wife were afraid of my nephew when he was three years old, but they did rock paper scissors to determine who was going to take the baseball bat from him.

Nine years later, his hitting skills are paying off. His little league season may have been canceled, but he’s staying in shape. I took him to Hitter’s House, a swanky indoor batting cage, so he could take some swings.

I pushed him until he had to lay down, and then I threatened to start the pitching machine back up before he stepped back into the batter’s box.

Who’s afraid of who now?