I think he’s going to be left-handed.
The thought occurred to me one day as I stood in the backyard with my son, CJ. I watched him gleefully play with his new t-ball set. At the time, he wasn’t even two yet, but he had quite an arm already. I was awed as I watched the ball fly through the air and sail halfway across the yard.
I felt myself smiling as I…
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