Living in a small town, the big to-do every summer is baseball. Into this competive world, we signed our 4 year old son up for teeball. Every game, we dressed him in a clean uniform which he was excited to get dirty. We watched proudly from the stands as he batted and ran. We cheered with the other parents. However, when the other parents and coaches occassionally yelled chatisements at the young ballplayers, we did not. We were too busy laughing at our small son practicing his Kung Fu Panda moves in right field.