Ugh! Pink! Not again ….

In case you're wondering how I got into this mess, Mom said the only way she'd let me stay on the baseball team was if I agreed to take dance lessons. Well, you can see why I agreed to do it.

I've been taking lessons for only a few weeks now, since the beginning of the ball season, but Mrs. Gilkey — our dance instructor — she says I'm doing great. I guess that's all right. It's a lot of hard work … a lot harder than playing outfield, that's for sure! I'm a lot more tired after dance class than I am after baseball practice.

Oh, shoot, what a minute. My mom's hollering at me again.

I'll be right back.