Last night Willa went to her first Whitecaps (local minor league baseball) game. We were on a party deck with a large group. She didn't notice there was a baseball game until we wandered away for a bit. I picked her up to see the field. She smiled. I noticed a very sad looking mascot pig coming our way and pointed it out to her. She was mesmerized by the ball game - "BA" she kept shouting. That's the closest we've gotten to "ball" yet.
I said, "look Willa, a giant fleece pig with a terribly crooked head," and pointed. No interest. She was watching a pitcher warm up. She is her mother's daughter.
Then the pig got closer and she fell in love for 20 minutes. Getting closer to point and stare, but never actually approaching the pig.
Whitecaps lost, but a packed stadium erupted with joy when it was announced that Justin Verlander of the Tiger's pitched a no hitter. Not a bad accomplishment for a 24 year old.