The team's mascot is Rocky and he hangs out in the stands signing autographs. Lev got the bug and every 5 minutes he ran down out of his seat to get something signed. First it was the free baseball he got at the game, then his sweatshirt, then his shirt, then his hat, then his sweatshirt again, (Kerrie is going to kill me) then his ticket stub, then the little baseball helmet his ice cream came in, and then MY hat. But once he started going for other people's clothing I had to cut him off.
On the way out, all he could do was complain that I wouldn't let him go in the gift shop and buy a souvenier of the game. Are childrens' brains actually connected at the stem, or do they just swish around inside their skulls?
Don't be surprised if tomorrow you find that eBay is flooded with signed Rocky paraphernalia.
Also, I'm worried if catch him undressing I'll find Rocky's signature sprawled out across his chest, if not tatooed on his butt cheek.
