Kathryn is standing at the counter in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables for dinner. Isaac sits underfoot playing with a plastic container, and a wooden spoon. He looks up, when he hears the door open.
"Momma?" he questions.
John enters the room. He walks behind the counter, and looks at the toddler who is sitting on the floor.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not momma."
Isaac stands up. He runs over to John, and attaches himself to John's leg. He looks up at John, and smiles.
"Hi," he waves.
"Hey buddy," he smiles.
"Up!"
John reaches down, and picks up the toddler. He plants a kiss on his cheek.
"Did you have a good day?"
"Truck," he points to the window.
John looks at Kathryn. "What is he talking about?"
"He wants to show you his new truck."
"Oh," John nods.
Isaac points to the window, "Out."
"You want to go outside?"
"Peas," he smiles.
"Ok, let's go."
John carries him outside to the back yard. He sits him down in the grass. Isaac looks up at him with a questioning look.
"What Isaac?"
"Shoes," he points to his feet.
"Do you want to put shoes on?"
Isaac laughs, "No."
John moves towards the Tonka truck. Isaac takes a seat next to the truck.
"Truck," he grins.
"That is a nice truck."
Isaac points to the bed of the truck, "Dirt," he squeals joyfully.
"I see. Grandma caved again, and let you have dirt?"
"Go, vroom," he pushes the truck along.
"Wow! What a cool truck."
Isaac tilts the bed of the dump truck back. He dumps the pile of dirt onto the ground.
"How are you going to get the dirt back into the truck?"
Isaac grabs a plastic shovel off the ground. He begins scooping the dirt back into the dump truck.
"Why do you like dirt so much?"
"Popup?"
"Yeah, buddy?"
"Dirt?" he asks, offering him a shovel full.
"Thank you, but I'll pass. You know you could put sticks in the back of that instead."
"No," Isaac shakes his head, frowning.
"You don't like that idea?"
"Rocks?" Isaac suggests.
"No rocks," John shakes his head.
"Ball?" Isaac asks.
"You have to empty the dirt out, first."
Isaac grins, he dumps the contents of the truck back onto the ground. He wipes his hands on his blue jeans. John rolls his eyes. He holds out his hand.
"Lets go find some baseballs."
"Up."
John looks at the little boy, with dark curls. The little guy wears a green and white striped shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. He has bare feet, and a big smile. He has Bay's smile, and her eyes too. He lifts the toddler off the ground, and heads for the garage. He opens the garage bay, and looks inside. He finds a cardboard box. He opens the flap, and finds that it's full of old baseballs. He takes out a handful. He hands one to Isaac. They return to the backyard. Isaac happily carries his ball to the truck. He puts it inside. John watches him closely.
"More," Isaac signs without saying a word.
John hands him another beat up baseball. Isaac places it in the truck.
"You want another one?" John asks.
"Peas," he nods.
Isaac walks over, and takes the ball from him. He looks at John, and then looks at the truck. He tosses the ball into the truck from a couple of feet away.
"That was a good throw. Here," John hands him the remaining ball.
Isaac chucks it into the bed of the truck.
"Wow! You're good."
Isaac makes his way over to the truck. He takes out one of the balls. He looks at John, and smiles.
"You want me to catch it?" John guesses.
Isaac nods. John squats down so that he's at Isaac's level. Isaac throws him the ball. John smiles as he catches it.
"Don't you think he's a little bit young to be an MLB'er?"
John looks up at the voice. He beams with pride. "He is the one who wanted to play."
Isaac smiles, "Momma!" He runs towards her. She bends down, and scoops him up. She squeezes him tightly, and kisses him.
"Did you have a good day?"
"Truck," Isaac points.
"I see that."
"Ball," Isaac points to John.
"Were you playing ball with Popup?"
"Down," he wiggles.
Bay places him on the ground. He returns to John's side. Isaac holds out his hand for the ball. John places it in his chubby little hand. Isaac turns and looks at Bay.
"Momma!"
"You want me to catch it?"
"Peas," he smiles.
Bay squats to catch the baseball. He throws it to her from four feet away. She smiles.
"Good job." she claps.
John looks at Bay, as Isaac runs towards her to retrieve the baseball.
"He's got a pretty good arm."
"Don't sign him up for t-ball just yet."
"We haven't even tried hitting it," John realizes.
"Don't get any ideas," Bay warns him.
"We should probably go in for dinner."