The soup plantation was heaven. Or at least as close as I could get without dying. I was able to try every soup, including ones I've never had before. The adults talked about having Mr. Duncan and Dr. Moore over for dinner in order to talk about Sunday night's game plan with meeting with the school board. The twins talked about pitching techniques. Noah was attempting to bargain with Zeke, trying get this afternoon practice either postponed or totally cancelled. I happily enjoyed the atmosphere around the family, satisfied with the food.
After lunch, Mr. and Mrs. Atkins headed home, while us boys went straight to the park. Zeke took us to the same park as before a couple weeks ago. We placed our bags down, and got out the necessary gear, then began to warmup.
