Conversations that happen when I run out of hair goo.

"Daddy, what's that on your, on your head?"

"That's called a baseball hat." (Probably about the 3rd time I have worn one in the same number of years, his confusion is understandable)

----wheels turning--- pause---"Do you play baseball?"

"Yes, sure, I love baseball" (ok, sooo not true, but I'm supporting well roundedness here"

---"You on a team?"

"Sure, I will play on your team"

"ok" --- we played catch later