A hot dog at the ballgame beats roast beef at the Ritz. — Humphrey Bogart 

A few weeks ago we got to take my little guy to his first Major League Baseball game. The sun was shining, the seats were great and the Nationals won. My guy got to have popcorn and his first Cracker Jacks. He was thrilled when his daddy told him he could have "his very own Sprite"–a rare treat in our house. My guy munched and cheered up until the seventh inning stretch, when we decided to go ahead and head home. It was the perfect way to start our summer!