The Autism support group was given tickets to see our local minor league ball team play. It just so happened they were playing the husband and my OLD hometown ball team - the Indianapolis Indians. The skies threatened rain, thunder rolled, but nothing happened so we braved the weather, determined to figure out a plan B if the skies opened up on the way.
Minor league games are so much fun. It's such a casual family atmosphere, and I have to admit being swaddled in a cluster of other autism families made me less self conscious than I might have been. I don't get bothered much, but I wasn't sure how the boys would do with 9 innings.
This is the girl child upon learning that Daddy has gone to fetch popcorn. She was very excited about eating popcorn. POPCORN? OUTSIDE? OH REALLY??
I know, it's nuts!
You can see, it was a pretty big deal.
But the magic of our evening came right at the 7th Inning. You see, Miles sings TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME all the time. It's kind of "his song". He sings it when he's stressed. He sings it when he's happy. He sings it to tell you he is sad. He sings it all the time. So when they struck up the chord and the crowd started singing - he was confused, he looked around, and then...
It was a great night in the clear blue sky.