Today’s mail contained an envelope from my nephew containing a baseball card and a note in his 11-year-old hand: “Put this on your mirror. Hee hee ha ha.”
It’s the baseball card of the Milwaukee Brewer hitter involved in the episode that got the Braves pitcher and manager ejected. In an e-mail to my brother, I believe I used the term “crybaby.”
I like that somehow this news reached my nephew, and that he remembered it, and that he sat down and wrote me a teasing note.
How can I be sad that he’s growing up?