Sunday morning, Mr. Atkins woke us up to get dressed, packed up, and to load up the car. We did as he instructed, then we were able to enjoy the free continental breakfast that came with the hotel stay.
After a heavy breakfast, we headed to the school and met with Zeke, who stood with Coach and Bradley Thompson.
Noah lit up, and for once ignored Zeke to focus on someone else. His eyes never left Bradley. "Can I get an autograph? Please?"
Bradley chuckled. "Sure. Do you have paper and a pen?"
Noah came prepared, whipping out a notepad and pen.
"Should I make it out to Noah? Or to the whole Atkins family?" He asked as he received the utensils.
"Just your signature is fine. That way I can sell it if you hit the big time." Noah said innocently.
The twins broke out in laughter and I joined in. Typical Noah, always trying to make a dollar. I guess you could also say this is a bet. A bet that Bradley Thompson would make it big in the MLB.
