He first spotted the wooden bat
on a self-guided tour of the interior of
the minivan.
The two-toned bat was taller than he was,
but that didn’t stop him.
It was far too heavy for him to lift,
but that didn’t stop him.
The grip was too thick for his young hands,
but that didn’t stop him.
Holding his hands the wrong way,
he smiled and said,
“Play baseball with Uncle E’s bat.”
He swung at the ball lying on the ground
and giggled with full belly laughs.
And then he swung the bat like
a pendulum on a clock.
