Even when you get clocked in the eye by a baseball? Sure, no crying.
She held her own, Dena. I’m proud of her. She barely cried and went straight back to the game in the backyard. Hope it doesn’t get too bad…
That’s what Elizabeth’s father said to me when I went to pick Elle up tonight from her sleepover at their house. Elizabeth’s grandfather bragged about her, telling me I needed to get her to play on a ball team. I mean, if she isn’t able to catch a ball with her hands, there’s always her face.
Sure, it’s barely visible in this picture but then again, the smack heard ’round the neighborhood is only a few hours old but it’s gonna look awesome tomorrow!