We all got out of the car, and after making sure we had everything, we headed for the giant stadium.
"Dad, can I see the tickets?" Dave asked, peeking over his dad's shoulder.
"Why?" He asked.
"I just want to know where we'll be sitting." Dave shrugged.
"Shouldn't it be the outfield?" Kyle asked.
"Why would Dad park over here then?" Dave asked. "Dad would have parked near the gate for the outfield seating if we had those tickets."
Kyle brightened like a bulb. "Dad! We aren't sitting in the outfield?"
Noah groaned. "There goes my chance to catch a homerun ball."
The twins didn't pay any attention to Noah and instead, kept hounding their dad about the tickets.
"I don't have them." Mr. Atkins said simply, holding out two empty hands.
The twins immediately went to their mom and started pestering her.
