Halloween passed, the clocks changed, and one final baseball game unexpectedly became two. Then the lights came on, nine innings were played, and just like that, David's first fall baseball season was over

I had an entire Halloween lesson planned. History, food, stew, bread, and a fire. We're not doing it. Sometimes being Dad means recognizing that the plan isn't what your family needs.

Tuesday spent most of the day demanding answers, decisions, explanations, and time. Then the sun went down, the field lights came on, and for a couple of hours, all Dad needed to do was stand along the fence and watch.