Last night, Graham was hitting balls off the tee in the front yard. He's
actually pretty good, so they were all over by our neighbor's yard. Here's our
conversation:
Me: Now you need to go pick up the balls so you can hit them again!
Graham: It's too hot to pick them up.
Me: Well, if you want to hit them anymore, you'll have to get them.
Graham: Well, on tennis balls (Wimbledon), somebody else picks them up.
Me: You don't have anyone to do that, Graham.
Graham: I thought you were going to do it.
Is there an age limit on the ball kids they use in professional tennis? Obviously, I could be practicing for that job.
