C got dropped off this morning at baseball camp--just half days for a week. He looked a little quiet and reserved until he saw another little guy standing with his head down, shuffling his feet in the dirt.

C looked at me, grinned, grabbed a ball and his glove and trotted over. They didn't need to introduce themselves or go through any of that awkward small talk that adults do. C just held up the ball, waggled it in the air and the other guy started to smile and held up his glove. That was it.

I waved goodbye, not that he would notice, and smiled that this year C is the one going out of his way to make the little guys feel welcome. What a difference one year has made.

I wish I had 1/10 of the kid's social skills.

I'm working on a post about school choices, job choices and the poll on whether or not "you are what you do." Right now though I am just avoiding the to-do list, watching movies with J and waiting to go and get my little guy from camp.