Sarah has, apparently, inherited the baseball gene from my side of the family. Evidently, it skipped me. All of a sudden, she was asking to play baseball, so I obliged her with a Dollar Tree bat and ball.
I'm not going to lie: the kid has more hand-eye coordination in her little finger than I do in my whole body. I think we're going to have to invest in more high-quality equipment in the near future, and she's hot-to-trot to see a real baseball game. In the meantime, enjoy the footage of backyard batting practice.