Foul Ball - by Barry Woods
I wanted this weekend to be a time for our kids to feel special.
.
.
“You kids get to decide what we’ll do this weekend,” my wife, Tina, told our three children at dinner
one Friday evening.
“Can we play mini golf tonight?” our...
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Foul Ball - by Barry Woods
I wanted this weekend to be a time for our kids to feel special.
.
.
“You kids get to decide what we’ll do this weekend,” my wife, Tina, told our three children at dinner
one Friday evening.
“Can we play mini golf tonight?” our oldest, Rose, asked.
“I want to ride a train,” five-year-old Matthew piped up.
“What about you?” I asked Lauren, our eight-year-old.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“We’ll just have to surprise you then,” I said.
Tina and I worked hard to make sure all our kids felt equally included in family activities, but I knew
Lauren often felt overlooked as the middle child.
And she was by far the most sensitive of our brood.
She loved baseball and had never been to a game with the Minor League team the Chattanooga
Lookouts, so I figured I’d get us tickets to the Saturday afternoon game.
I hoped it would make her
feel special.
At the mini golf course, we all had a great time.
Until everyone got a hole in one—except for Lauren.
“It’s just n
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