Mom: Austyn, go get ready for your game.
Mom: Austyn. AUSTYN. Go. Get. Ready. For. Your. Game.
Austyn: some random incomprehensible noise.... ughumphaaauuuhhh...
Mom: Okay, you're not playing next year. I'm not going through this every time you need to get ready for a game.
Austyn: Fine... (with all the whine she could muster up) I just don't want to bat. Or catch.
She still lacks comprehension skills to convince me on this one...
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