CA Vince Larkin

You three sat in the car in the parking lot of the school Andrew attended, talking about Andrew's day. "Daddy, daddy, I *told* you for my birthday I want a baby brother. I want someone to catch with. Batting on the T is boring." Your son, Andrew, protested. His birthday wasn't even coming up; he had just been on his dad's tail about a baby brother for the past 2 weeks or so because one of his friends at the junior baseball league had one. "Babies can't play catch, sweetie." Vince sighed, a tired laugh escaping his lips. He still smelled faintly of gasoline from his mission earlier that had miraculously gotten done before 5pm. "They have to grow. You're already 6 years old, and you're just now learning to play catch." "Well, then I need one *quicker* so they will grow faster." Andrew commented, sipping his orange juice from his sippy cup.