Before he gets out of bed in the morning, you’re sure to hear him utter these words “hit ball!”

Sometimes he works himself into a little frenzy: “hit ball! hit ball! hit… hit… hit ball! hit ball bat!”

If he senses that he won’t be making it outside any time soon, he defaults to his backup: “bassssskball!”

When I work from home, in the garage, and have to come in to use the bathroom or get some coffee, he immediately runs to me: “Daddy! Bassssskball! Basssskball!”

I really don’t know how this kid got to loving sports so much…

Apparently this little guy is high as a kite on nitrous oxide:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs

(ht: “The Weight Of Glory“)