So I have two tickets to the Tennessee / Alabama game this coming Saturday. All along, I’d been planning to take Abby Kate. Outside of taking the whole family, I’ve taken the boys on “solo” ball game trips before, so this was Abby Kate’s turn.

Yesterday Joshua tells me that Abby Kate is having second thoughts about going. It seems that she’s conflicted about missing some of the things she’s already committed to on Saturday, so good on her for being responsible.

Of course, I couldn’t help but think this was a little self-serving on Joshua’s part. All week long he’s been asking me, “How did you decide who to take to the game? What if Abby Kate can’t go on Saturday?” With this in mind, I pressed a little more. “Son, how do you know she doesn’t want to go? Did she tell you this herself?”

Joshua replied, “Yeah. She told me she’s not sure if she wants to go or not.”

Then an odd statement: “I even felt her forehead and it was cold. No fever or anything.”

“What do you mean ‘no fever’?”

He said, “I thought she might be sick or something, but she wasn’t.”

I love that for Joshua, the only reasonable explanation for why someone wouldn’t want to go to a ballgame is a fever-induced delirium.

Looks like I’ll be taking someone else to the ballgame Saturday.