Can't it always be Monday?

. . . This was the question posed to me by my outspoken four year old. Monday? What is so special about Monday?

As I asked that simple question, he enthusiastically quipped, "It's tee ball day!"

Yes, Monday.

I can understand his zeal for the day now. Imagine being the youngest of three active boys. Your "behind" clocks serious hours on pine wood bleachers and beautiful fold up blue chairs watching one of the bazillion sports that your brothers play. This is Evan's plight. But, on Mondays, it is all Evan! He gets to play tee ball.

Two Mondays ago was his very first game. He woke up and quickly donned his T-shirt to show off to his school friends all day. He scarfed dinner at home, and he put his shoes on in record time. The game itself was riotous. Evan was enthusiastic-- to say the least. He danced around the field and chatted with his new buddies.
He decided that when batting he needed to turn his hat around backwards because that is how baseball players wear their hats!
In the field he actually paid attention and worked to field the ball. In one moment of true hilarity, Evan was in the field and pointed to the other team and then pointed to the ground as if to exclaim "You're going down!" He is one of a kind!

Unfortunately, this week tee ball was cancelled due to wet weather, but luckily for Ev, every week has a Monday. Even though every day can't be Monday, he can still be a tee ball extraordinaire once a week.