This is a happy place. Happy thoughts.

Visited Aaron last night. He proudly showed off his T-ball trophy. I congratulated him and then said, in a silly voice, “But what is T-ball? Is that the one with the net where you spike the big, white ball…?” “NOOOOO.” “Is it the one with the really heavy ball that you try to knock down pins with?” “NOOOOO.” “Oh! Is that the one where you hit the ball with a bat and run around?” “YES!” “After you hit the ball, where do you go?” I asked, expecting "around" or "home plate." Aaron exclaimed happily, “THE TROPHY STORE!”