Park

Back to rock throwing tonight. Isaiah instinctively recognizes the need to load up on stones on the way to the stream. And he's not afraid to use dad as a reloader so he can stay perched on a rock right by the water. The brook, by the way, doesn't seem to mind, greeting each toss with a satisfying plunk.

Watched high school baseball for almost an inning. Isaiah's attention span and the pretzel lasted about the same amount of time. He was talking about the pitcher, though, during play, so maybe something settled in.