A white plastic ball. A red and blue t-ball stand. A a diminutive kid holding a large, yellow plastic bat.
Watching this scene play out at the playground with my two-year-old son, I tried not to interfere. After all, I thought, he should try it on his own. That is, until he started poking the ball with the narrow end of the bat. Poking it!
I walked over and tried to adjust his hands into the right position. “Look, you swing the bat!” I insisted.
And because my children are nothing of not their own people, he insisted right back.