We decided to take the day off for my hubby's birthday today instead of having class. Hubby has officially declared all birthday's holidays and the kids thought that was so cool.

We had to take our car to the shop to get the transmission fixed today. It had finally gave up the ghost, so to speak. As I was walking into the house, my son approached me and said, "Mom, did you know I have a baseball with signatures on it from two of the greatest baseball players ever on it?" To which I replied, "No, let me see it." He gets this great big grin on his face and shows me his baseball. In my little boys handwriting is Babe Ruth on one side and his name on the other. I was so tickled to see that I had to tell hubby about it and suggested that later in the day they go outside and toss the ball around.

So after we dropped off the car, hubby takes his son outside and starts to show him the proper way to throw a baseball for a fast ball and for a curve ball. The kids ohhh and ahhh at how well he throws the ball around until the wind starts kicking up and they decide to go inside.

Well, hubby thought that he needed a bit more practice on tossing the ol' baseball and accidentally throws the ball through our garage window! I was in the bedroom and heard glass crash so I run outside to see what has been broken. There stands my husband, with a sheepish grin and blushing from the neck up! We all had a good laugh about it and it gave me the opportunity to lecture the kids on how bad of an idea it is to throw a baseball around the house!