The funniest memory was a game from the last year my son played on the small diamond. He was playing first base. He made a put out while there was a runner on third. He stared down the runner on third, arm at the ready to throw him out, but he knew better than to throw behind the runner. The baserunner didn't return to third. Son took offense. Son ran across the infield and tagged him out. He did it again with another runner. Hilarious.
I've really enjoyed this thread. It is a reminder of how special it is to have a son who plays baseball. I feel very lucky.