Your dad will probably remember the fact that you, Jacob, missed the fireworks after a home run. I'll never forget the whole night. You and your grandpa were cheering on the players, you went for a parrot hunt with your dad, and allowed grandpa to spoil you by meeting your demands for a pretzel, popcorn and cotton candy. We stayed until they sang take me out to the ballgame and then we loaded up the overstuffed bags with a baseball given to you by an usher.
Julia you were scared of the parrot, dipped your fingers in our beer, ate the spicy cheese dip, wore your brother's old pirate hat and pajama top, and listened to us fairly well.