Bren and I had our first successful game of catch the ball. He finally consented to putting on this kid’s glove that has velcro on it and uses a special soft ball that sticks to it. We won it at Chuck E. Cheese’s more than a year ago. He had his wrist in the band correctly but had his fingers sticking out the hole in the back. He would hold the glove up and I’d throw the ball into it. It was fun. But when I tried to show him how to wear the glove the right way, he had a hissy fit and threw the glove across the room. Sigh. So may things end this way nowadays.
Now, if he’d just consent to putting his feet on the pedals of his little bike…