Pig Fat

This year marks a new era in Mae’s t-ball/softball history.  She began her t-ball career at the age of three.  Now that she is nearly eight, it’s out with the old, little pink glove and in with the new ‘big kid’ glove.  So, off to the sports shop we went.  She picked a leather glove that looks like Kyler’s, just slightly smaller.  She asked what ‘leather’ meant and I told her it was made out of pig skin (but now I’m thinking maybe it’s cowhide?  Hey, I can’t know everything).  She made a grossed out face and that was the end of that discussion.

Two days later, we pull up to the ball field.  Mae jumps out of the car upon seeing her friend Grace and runs to her for an ever so famous BFF hug.  Everybody is her BFF and they all hug.  All of them.  They touch so easily and don’t notice or care.  I almost fell off of the top bleacher once because a stranger sat too close to me and I was worried our arms would touch so I slid over.  Anyway, after said hug ended, Mae proudly held up her brand new glove and said, “Look, my mom bought me a new glove this year and guess what?  It’s made out of PIG FAT!”  A whole crowd of kids ew’d and yuck’d in unison and then someone said, “Tag!” and the pig fat glove was never mentioned again.