Thursday night was our last hurrah with Reed as an "only child".
We went to the Astros game and sat in different seats than we usually do. Sean and Reed were excited.
They were really great seats, but I was having a panic attack for most of the game that a foul ball was going to hit me in the face.
Reed and Sean are masters of getting themselves on the jumbotron in our usual seats, but at this game they mastered the art of catching stuff from the "cheerleaders" (they aren't really cheerleaders, but I don't know what else to call them).
Reed caught a ball (not a real baseball, but a squishy one) and Sean caught a T-shirt!
They were very excited with their "winnings".
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