I was preparing cocktails this morning when my four year old daughter Bysycle ran into the kitchen with tears in her eyes.
“Dad,” she said, did you hear that Trump put algae in the reflecting pool because he hates America?”
I nodded.
“And now, no one will be able to drink from it anymore, will they?”
I shook my head.
“Even grandma?”
With that, I lost it. We threw our arms around each other and sobbed.
New 9-10 year-old-little league coach here, and, woof, I have to tell ya, the hardest part about baseball at this level is getting the kids to stop crying about the steroid injections.