Many nights, after dinner, we enjoy a game of backyard wiffle ball. It's our version of baseball with a plastic bat and ball. Jeff is the pitcher to be feared and the only one playing in the field. The rest of us hit and run the bases. Above--Kate is hitting--and yes, she hits and throws like a girl. We are trying to rid her of it. It is a good thing she is fast or she would never make it on base.
Hunter running the bases. He is "rounding third." 
Ghost runner on third. A part of the game that we adopted from my brothers own game of wiffle ball.
What Millie does while we are playing wiffle ball. Turns over bricks looking for potatoe bugs.
What Monson does while we are playing wiffle ball. Crawls around playing with other balls.
Taft taking his turn at bat.Note to Bob and Nick: NO TREES WERE INJURED WHILE PLAYING THIS GAME!
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Well that sucks, its half the fun of the game, taking out frustrations on poor plants....
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