We have a baseball-obsessed little boy on our hands lately.
See these photos from the last two games (Zander's third and fourth games this year so far):
Come to our house and at any given time you will find Z and at least one adult involved in our own baseball game, be it outside or inside. In Zander's imagination, the Nationals always win and the score is usually 88 to 4. He can tell you many of the players names, their respective positions, and which number jersey each wears.
Apparently, one of the last games they attended, Zander asked Brad why the New York Mets have an "M" on their caps but the Washington Nationals have a "W" on theirs -- shouldn't the Mets have an "N" for New York? [I wasn't there so don't know exactly how this question came out.]
Finally, Sunday morning I came downstairs and Z wanted to show me how he could slide into home plate. And boy, did he slide. Unfortunately, it was on a rug and he quickly started saying, "ow, ow, ow, ow." Don't think he'll be doing that again anytime soon.