Went to our five-year-old’s t-ball game last evening.
At any given point on the field, there was one kid playing in the dirt, three kids watching birds fly overhead, and two kid doing handstands. One kid chased down his own hit and almost threw himself out at first base while another decided to run the bases backwards. They got most excited when the two-inning competition was complete and it was time for snacks.
And we loved every minute of it!
Why can’t work be like that?