“I’m gonna kick a homer!!!” Josh shouts into the outfield.
“Nuh uh!” shouts the pitcher, back.
“If he does, we’re golden,” I explain. “Bottom of the third and final inning. We’re down one run and got a man on first.”
“Hush Grant, we all know how kickball works,” Beth informs.
And Lori sticks her tongue, to which I shrug.
“You got ‘em Josh!” shouts Lori.
“You da man!” adds Beth.
“Kick it outta the park, little man!” I chime in.
And we each munch a handful of popcorn. Nobody can hear us or see us. Not even Josh. Still, we like to think every little bit of support helps.
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