Getting Carded
You’d have thought I gave her the keys to Willie Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.
Or promised her a year of summer vacation.
When I came home last night, I pulled decks of baseball cards out of my jacket pockets for Liv.
Why?
Because before I left for work, Olivia said to me “Daddy, can you buy me some baseball cards?”
“Absolutely,” I said.
Apparently, her little friends have been trading cards recently at the bus stop and at school. So she’s been going through my old cards. There doesn’t seem to be much of a market for old Ron Cey or Jim Longborg Topp’s card. Plus, I didn’t want her to give away MY cards.
So, after work, I battled rain and traffic to find a store and pick some up.
My lordy, the choices are endless now! And $1.99 a pack at minimum! With no cardboard gum with that odd white powder on it!
But I picked up a few packs and she was excited as sin when I gave them to her. She was hoping for a Roy “Doc” Holladay card (“Honey, he retired last year. He won’t be in these packs) and sure enough she got one.
She was looking at them when she went to bed came downstairs them in a tight bundle this morning.
I love having a little girl.
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