Anthony’s just about three years old. He lives across the street.
During the summer, we play catch a lot, because he looks up to his dad a whole lot (who doesn’t?) and his dad plays on a softball team in a beer leage. First of all, Anthony can throw the ball further than I can. However, sometimes we play in the front yard, and his mom doesn’t want him to chase a ball into the street. So we play with his invisible ball. It’s even cuter than it sounds, because he makes dramatic catches that are always RIGHT at the edge of the yard.
Also, he’s discovered that it’s funny to call everybody by the wrong name, especially if it’s ridiculous to do so… so he calls all the girls by a boy’s name, and all the boys by a girl’s name. It so happens that he’s decided to call all the girls “TOM!”, which happens to be my first name. I’m honoured. 
much… too… cute…
sapping… masculinity…
must… overcompensate…
grunt Dude, how bout that local sports team? And beer?
