Good thinking, always start with something new.
Smart girl. And it’s not much of a glove anyway.
Notice the team name on shirt.
Dad, I think it’s time to put your old glove to rest. We could bury next to my hamster. Or maybe it could join your golf clubs in the pond at the golf course.
Since I’m left handed, this was never a thought for me…
That glove would be too much bad news for the bears.
Can’t keep a ball in the mitt? Looking at it closely, I think I see the problem…
For my dad’s 75th birthday, my baby brother gave him a new mitt (the old man was then the star of the church softball league; at 90 he’s finally quit playing a few years ago.).