Could also be titled: Ali is not above bribing her children for two minutes of joy.

Could also be titled: Why Isabella might never go to a Blue Jays game again.

Yesterday was Father’s Day. I didn’t buy the father of my children any expensive gifts, unless you count the gift guide samples I got sent in the mail from Indigo, which I do. “Here honey! Indigo wants me to put this awesome s’mores kit and cool beer glass and hipster book in our gift guide. Tell me if you like them! Oh, and also, Happy Father’s Day to you!” But, alas, lest you think I’m the worst wife in the world, I *did* let him sleep in until 11, I did let him take his son to the Blue Jays game to sit in the second row over the dugout, and I did go see Prometheus with him after not having ever seen an Alien movie ever in my whole life. Not too shabby, if you ask me. 

So, while the dad and his boy sat in the second row, the mom and the girls and this lovely lady bought tickets off of a scalper and settled into our LAST ROW OF THE HOUSE seats. Sure, my nose was basically bleeding the entire time, but I did get a sweet, sweet view of the dome opening.

But what I also got was a super, super grumpy 6-year-old.

Crankypants was not happy to be at the game. At all.

Inning one.

Inning two.

Inning three.

Bribery attempt #1

Inning four.

Bribery unsuccessful.

Back to being crankypants.

Inning five.

Inning six.

Bribery attempt #2

Mild success.

Inning seven.

The unhappy booger returns!

Inning eight.

Great Success.

She even did the wave and screamed “Let’s go Blue Jays!”

I hope she enjoyed her last baseball game ever.