We finally got batteries for one of Simon's birthday presents - a T that pops the ball up in the air for him to hit. He was totally into it but it was totally foreign to him. The first three pitches the ball hit the ground before he even swung and I wondered if it was too advanced for him. The 9th ball he hit into Mary's yard. By the end of the afternoon we had set up home plate and talked about where he should hit the ball and where to stand so that he was consistently hitting one or two out of every three (we have 3 balls, so after 3 you have to go collect and reset). We used all the batteries that one afternoon. It was quite peaceful for me though, I just watched from the shade and read and drank tea for almost two hours while he played.
Popped right up, one of the first and he didn't know yet what to expect.
Maybe the 3rd pitch, he is swinging at the ball that is resting at his toes.
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