Anything that even remotely resembles a ball or a bat becomes "mah ball" or "mah bat." Well, that is perhaps a bit generous. In a moment of desperation, even a small pencil became a bat. Desperate times call for desperate measures, you know. (Edited to add: a potato masher just became a bat. I was crying I was laughing so hard.)
(I would be remiss if I didn't mention their "summer haircuts." They started out innocently enough - "just a trim" and that went haywire. So I just buzzed them for the summer. It's just hair and hair grows, right?)
Swinging his bat...
A boy and his mail tube bat.
I think that was a homer, little slugger!
Aaah, I have all my treasures - my bat, my cap and my ball.
Thanks for the hat, Uncle Matt!
Phewww...it's been a rough one