When you Gotta Go

I sent him to the potty before the game started.

But he came back saying it was too muddy.

And the longer the game went on, the more apparent his need to “go” became.

Finally, toward the end of the game, with only two players left, it was his turn to bat.

 

He sprinted off to the bathrooms while his teammate batted in his stead, and we hoped he would make it back before the end of the inning.

He made it – both to the potty without incident and back without distraction. Just in time to be the last batter, which is always the best in tball because then no matter how dinky your hit, it turns into a Grand Slam.

Potty breaks pay off nicely. It’s a lot easier to run with an empty bladder.