The Batting Cage Adventure
We indeed went to the batting cages for the first time this afternoon. The older of the grandsons, eight, will begin playing in a league in a few days. He took three turns and consistently improved his contact with the ball. He will do fine with the other boys, I think. The younger of the boys, 7, took two turns. He kept creeping in toward the plate with each swing, until he was hit by a pitch on the upper arm. He was happy not to take another turn.

