My youngest son was eight years old when he earned a spot on his first travel baseball team. He and his teammates were so proud to be able to wear their last names on their shirts — just like the pros. I was walking by the opponent’s bench at one of their first games, thinking about how tiny and adorable our little men were. Then I saw this. They read my mind!
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