Afternoon with the Astros

Cort and I took off work and took Charlie and Joseph to the Astros game this afternoon. Every time we go I'm more amazed at how much fun and how little trouble they are at the games. It's really no different than going to a game with our adult friends, except Charlie and Joe consume less beer and more popcorn. They also ask more questions, but they are good questions. Like when the catcher almost caught the runner off of first base: "Daddy, how would you score that if he had gotten him out?" Or when Wesley Wright came in to pitch: "Mommy, but he won't bat, right? They'll probably use a pinch hitter." They sit in their seats for 9 innings without so much as a potty break, and they are much more likely than I am to be able to tell you how each batter did and how each out occurred. In fact, as we were walking back to the car, Charlie corrected Cort as to a couple of plays.

We don't know how to leave well enough alone and enjoy it, though. We are starting to think about taking Will and Helen to a game soon. That should put a whole new twist on things.

Celebrating an Astros win