Klara’s summer camp teacher says she has to come to the game because she’s their star batter (I hope it’s the right spelling because I’m clueless), and the team will lose without her.
I have somehow produced a mega sociable, monolingual baseball player. Tears of joy are choking me.
I was literally certain until yesterday that “homerun” was from American football.
She even has a “stepping up to the plate is…” with her own special song.
My husband and I grew up in the USSR, and it’s 100% guaranteed that nobody ever stepped up to the plate in our genealogical tree.
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