John took Edward to buy a baseball mitt before dinner tonight. T-ball starts Monday. Which one of them do you think is more excited about the prospect of stuffing the new mitt under Ed's mattress to help soften it up?

It's a low-key parks & rec program for 4- and 5-year olds in the park down the street. He won't need cleats, but I'll have to persuade him to put on socks and gym shoes. John probably would cringe at the thought, but I hope he retains his instinct to duck away from a ball coming toward his face. Broken glasses are not in the summer budget.