I bought Mac's cup for baseball today and left it in the back seat so he'd see it when I picked him up after school. He looked at it and said he didn't know that's what a cup looked like and that he and his friends had seen one - a much larger one - on the playground (which borders the baseball field) at school.
Immediately, I asked "did you touch it?" A mother of a boy should never - NEVER - ask that question.
He said they picked it up and played with it some.
G.R.O.S.S.
He told me later that he thought it was a kneepad and another friend thought it was an elbow pad. At least nobody thought it was a chin guard.
YUCK, YUCK, YUCK.
(P.S. One of Mac's teammates got hit with a ball in the groin tonight at practice - without a cup on. All the parents were leaving practice to go straight to the sporting good stores to buy a cup. Finally, we're one step ahead.)
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