I have done my best to steer my son toward my passion of baseball. His first word was "ball" and he continues to be obsessed with playing ball. He recognizes the Oriole Bird from my hat, and hearing a child say "O-we-ol" is heart melting. At a year and a half he could recognize Cal Ripken from posters. I couldn't be happier.
In an effort to bring my love of baseball into parenting, I bought a few things from Target to use as rewards. Toilet training is difficult and any incentive is a welcome one. Candy works too well but stickers are fun and don't set a bad precedent.
So I bought a pack of 2014 Topps Stickers to use in the Potty. It was riddled with Yankees players. At first I was bummed but quickly realized the only place for a Yankee should be the bathroom.
For something a little different I also snagged a 2013 Topps Big League Mini pack to give him a new baseball toy. I got this guy:
In case you can't tell, it's Derek Jeter. The epicenter of my dislike for the Yankees. Yuck. Gross.
Time to throw it out right. Nope. My son loves it and even referred to it as "his Dad." Several times.
Good thing he has the attention span of a two-year old. I will be leaving this guy in a restaurant in the near future
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