Baby Wingnut has a thing for sports, especially baseball. He can spend every evening in the front yard "butterflying" wiffle balls. He no longer allows us to pitch to him, because he learned he might miss the ball and not get the desired home run. He hits nearly every ball when he pitches to himself and then insists that we yell, "Home run!" and cheer wildly for him.
The wind up
Batter chases down his own home run ball