|"Wait how am I supposed to text with this thing on?"|
On our vacation in Michigan, we piled my brother's kids and ours into the car and took them to play some softball.
We let the kids bat first. My not-so-sporty kids were at least able to hit the ball. Though the bat looked like it weighed more than my son and Jess and Alyss decided to ballet leap to first instead of run.
When it was the kids' turn in the field, I handed Jess my glove. She put it on and looked down at her hands confused and asked, "Wait, how am I supposed to text with this thing on?"
I laughed but wondered if there is any hope for her.