Uncle Slam, that is. We took in some minor league baseball tonight with the boys. They were fascinated with the mascot, Uncle Slam. Luke kept a close watch and would update us when he moved about the stadium. James insisted on a picture with him, and not the 20 foot tall blow up version, the "real" Uncle Slam. So we had to hunt him down before we could head for home.
Even though both boys were adamant about wanting their picture taken, Luke wasn't too keen on actually touching him. James meanwhile just wanted to point and shout. Myself I have always found mascots kinda creepy, so John got to navigate this one. Then the whole ride home we talked not about the game and the players, but about this blue faced mascot and how great it was that we got a picture. You can't make this kind of stuff up!
2 comments:
Luke's face and body language is hilarious in this pic!
So funny! Luke would have preferred Elmo than Uncle Sam.
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