I responded saying, “POP goes the weasel”. tee hee.
Later, when they were throwing little promotional soft baseballs to the crowd a (different) guy brought over the one he caught and told me, “Ma’am, even though it isn’t a real ball, you totally deserved this!”
It made my night. See, there are still gentlemen in this world.
O had a great time playing on the playground equipment and then rolling down the hill that we were sitting on a million times.
Daddy-O enjoyed hanging with his buddies and having a beer on the lawn.
I love that our city has put this ball park in and is redeveloping a part of down town that so needs the atention. It is good for our community and fun to have such a great spot to spend a hot summer evening with friends.