Henry's fever finally broke today, and he was back to his old tricks. He insisted on skipping his nap, and after watching an inning of the Reds game (which they would end up winning hours later in dramatic, walk-off fashion, btw), he decided we should go outside and play Wiffle Ball. I dug up the bats and balls in the basement and we hit the street!
First, Henry takes some cuts against live pitching:
Then he grabbed the skinny, yellow bat and smashed one off the T:
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