Let me set the scene. We thankfully found a pair of cleats in the bin to fit his feet for t-ball. {after outfitting the other two, there were no funds left.} He wanted his cleats on even though Keith was not leaving for twenty minutes. He said he'd just hang out in the kitchen. Twenty minutes ended up being a long time. He just kind of sulked on the stool, but looked sweet wearing his ball pants hiked up like his brother. Aww...
Me: Kyle, you look so cute sitting there.
Kyle: So take my pitcho then.
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So, where is the pitcho??? :)
funny you mention that...kyle followed me around the kitchen continuously asking if i was going to take one...goof.
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