Entry FeedToday I took Son Two to a Toronto Blue Jays game at the Roger's Centre. We had these amazing tickets given to us (thank you Dave!) It was give-away day; son came home with a Jays School Pack consisting of pencil, sharpener, eraser, ruler and pencil case.
We took the subway down; it always seems to be the highlight of every trip downtown. At least today I didn't end up carrying Son Two to and from the station like last time I took the TTC to game. It is not a short walk for a 5 year old.
The game was fun. We didn't stay until the end 'cause it is just too long. However, the pitching was awful so the hitting was great, making it an exciting game to watch. Son Two is really starting to understand the game - balls, strikes, outs, runs. There were four home runs. Son Two had a $6 tub of popcorn, $5 candies, and a $6 ice cream. I had tried to convince him to try a hot dog from a street vendor before the game, but no luck. I wanted a $3 hot dog and pop combo.
The best was when a ball was fouled off right in our section, about 8 rows back and two seats over. Two grown men sort of fought over it. Son Two sat down, very disappointed. I asked him what was wrong. "You didn't even try to catch it!" he said.
At the end of the last few daytime games I have attended, they allow the kids to run around the bases. Last time it was such a thrill for the boys, but this time Son Two just wasn't going to make it to the end of the game.
The highlight for me was the one-on-one time with my son.
On the way there, I was sure to hold his hand tight while waiting at the subway stations. At St. George station he let go of my hand. I watched him pick his nose and put it in his mouth.
Me: Honey, that is gross to pick your nose and eat it.
Son Two: I wasn't eating it.
Me: Did you just put it in your mouth to taste it?
Son Two: Yeah.(I keep forgetting that kids his age don't understand sarcasm.)
Me: Well, it is still gross.
Son Two: Uh oh. It just went down my throat by accident.
Me: Yeah right.
On the subway ride home I was feeling tired. Shocking given the approximately 2 litres worth of diet coke I drank at the game.
Me: Honey, is it OK if I take a little nap?
Son Two: OK.
Me: Will you wake me up when we get to our stop?
Son Two: No. I will get off and go home and get Daddy.
Me: By the time you go and get Daddy I could be in Scarborough.
Son Two: That's OK.
Me: No it's not. You wouldn't actually get off without me, would you?
Son Two: I know my way home.
I forced myself to stay awake. I love my son, but I don't trust him not to leave me sleeping and drooling somewhere.