…At our last game, Riley came out of the dugout prior to the beginning of the game to get something at the concession stand with me. As I walked away a little girl said, “hello Mrs. Lavoie” and I looked up and said “hello” and then wracked my brain trying to figure out who she was.
A few seconds later I saw her talking to and throwing the ball with Riley on the street. Next thing you know, she is sitting on our bleachers watching the game. After a few innings I asked her to remind me what her name was and when she told me I realized she is in Riley’s class at school. I asked her if she was playing tonight and she told me her younger brother was playing T-ball (across the lot).
She continue to watch Riley’s game and tried to talk to him everytime he left the dugout….
I told Riley as he was going to sleep that night that he was not to date girls until he was 16 years old! He said okay. Think I can get him to put that in writing?