REDS fan (part II)

>>>>>>>>>>>This photo has nothing to do with the REDS. Just the cute factor.

On our way home from the REDS game, we stopped at LaRosa's in Batesville. One of the best pizzas we've ever eaten (we will NOT go to Cincinnati in the future without eating deep dish pizza at LaRosa's on the way home). We were sitting in a semi-cirle around the table, when Reece literally screamed, "SPIDER!" Cierah didn't move quick enough for his liking, so he plowed right over her, standing to make the pass. Turned out it wasn't a spider at all. A wasp. A huge wasp. Reece suffers from post traumatic stress where wasps are concerned. You would too if you were stung three times in the face while playing on your backyard slide as a 3 year old, or two times on the nose as a 2 year old at a birthday party.

I saw the wasp fly down onto the seat, but when we checked,....gone. Where the heck did it go? Carl checked from one side, Olivia from the other, and all three of us checked the floor under the table. No sign of it, yet we didn't see it fly away either. It took some serious convincing, but we managed to coax Reece back to the table and into his seat. "It's gone, honey. He flew away." Five minutes later,...

I HEAWWWW IT. GET OUT. GET OUT!!!" He again blew past Cierah and out of the circular booth. It was still there alright. And fresh off the baseball fields of the Cincinnati Reds, it was now Carl's turn to take a swing. He took of his ball cap (REDS, of course) and....BAMM!!!!!!!! He hit it with all his might. A line drive. ;) You know that "someone's looking at me" feeling? Yeah, well, I looked over my right shoulder and what did I see?
Every last eye in the house on our family.
Our post-game, dirty, stringy-haired hat head, salt lick of a family. And what could I do? I managed a nervous but polite smile, then turned my attention back to my clan family. Clampetts!

Toni